Let’s face it. You’re stressed. I’m stressed, he’s stressed, she’s stressed, we’re all stressed.
Stress is sadness and sadness is badness.
Here are some of the ways I deal with...
My anxiety has this habit of creeping up on me; it’s like a stubborn child that doesn’t ever want to let go of a piggyback ride, so the arms just get tighter around my neck, and my throat starts to...
