Instead of stewing in my feelings about being yelled at on the street by some guy, I wrote a newsletter about it, and Wilco, and intrusive thoughts, and going to buy a pen www.anxietyshark.ca/all-my-lies-...
I needed a pen. I’ve also been deep in a tiger pit of depression lately, and it seemed like a good idea to pit these two things against each other. Draw a cure from the blood of necessity.
