Mystical Meditations

My anxiety level is nuclear right now, and rather than taking more meds, I'm doing serious physical labor. I take my machete and go out in the yard and started chopping and swearing. Ernest and Sam, my dogs, get a little confused, because of the tone of my voice, so I have to do this away from them. So I do this until the pain in my hands and arms is stronger than my swearing, and then I stop. I just have to be careful not to chop my foot or my leg. Then I come inside and cry and let my dogs comfort me. Really. This is what I do.

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