Early every morning, on the heels of the previous hours’ nightmares, my first moments of consciousness are heavy with a sense of dread and fear. Partly it’s a hangover from those dreams and partly an anticipation of what unpleasantness the new day may hold. Often I can’t remember details of these nocturnal storylines, but have only an awareness of their generalized anxiety. On awakening today, though, the plot did come back to me: a large […]
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