Have you ever had one of those moments where you wake up, and you can’t quite see yet? Everything looks blurry and strange, common things seem out of place and wrong, your whole world has transformed into an alien planet writ small.

That’s how I feel every time something big and life changing happens to me. It washes over me like a tide and I feel adrift. Like I’m trapped in one of those haunted houses where the rooms spin around really slow, and furniture is on the ceiling.

When people say don’t sweat the small stuff a part of my brain asks ‘why not?’.

Anxiety is a funny thing.

I’ve just recently decided to say ‘fuck it’ and write about it. Welcome to my life.