UNTITLED

Journal Entry

THOUGHTS™️

01–20–2021

︎ Writer: Stew Caldo




I’ve been dreading the moment that I’d have to sit down and face my thoughts on all of this. Maybe that’s where the majority of my anxiety is coming from here.


I remember this feeling though - the last time I felt this gut wrenching pain was when [REDACTED]. It felt like the whole world was against me. It’s a feeling deep in your stomach, like a fucking alien is trying to escape from the core of your body. It feels like you’re constantly on the verge of throwing up nothing. Nothing, because you can’t hold any food down.


It feels like everyone on the street is watching you, thinking of killing you or wishing someone would. It’s the anxiety of danger or death looming around every corner. It’s the understanding that everything you’ve worked for could be ripped away from you at a moments notice.


I guess that’s where the pain and turmoil come from. It's a healing wound, scabbing over.