For most of my life I have seen anxiety as the enemy. It needed to be controlled, oppressed, depleted, compartmentalized — like a poison or a rodent needing to be caged. I shared this with a friend awhile back, and he mentioned that he addressed it by trying to fix…

During my first deployment in the Army, I’d allow myself to send one email a month to friends and family to provide an update on the tour. I eventually leveraged it as a creative outlet. A newly purchased whip reminded me of this particular email I had written to commemorate…

“I was dressed in white, touched by something pure Death obsessed like a teenager Sold my tortured youth, piss and vinegar I’m still angry with no reason to be At the architect who imagined this For the everyman, blessed Sisyphus Slipping steadily into madness Now that’s the only place to be free…