I struggle with anxiety. Sometimes it feels like I’m trapped like my pet lizard, Spike, baking under a heat lamp in a glass cage. But in those moments, my cage doesn’t have a screen top; it’s solid glass, and I can’t breathe. Anything can set it off. A bad...
Anxiety is a difficult thing to shake. It sneaks up on me when the bus headed to camp is ready to go, engine humming, and I realize my wife drove off with my suitcase. It’s there when an administrator takes a seat in my classroom. And it screams at me when my...
