It starts with my heart racing.

I can feel it beating faster but I also feel it expanding in my chest, putting a pressure on that spikes my anxiety.

I tense up. I start panicking, it’s flight or flight time, and I’m used to flight. That’s the kinder, more obvious choice, but that’s not something I can do in public, or in front of friends and family.

Only in my mind can I fight off that which raises my hackles and makes me feel like I’ll kill or die to make it stop.

“Close your fucking mouth when you’re chewing!”… Read the rest

Everyone experiences the freefall once in their life, I would hope. I would hope that everyone knows what it feels like when their heart explodes in love and turns to gooey mush inside them. There’s a particular feeling of safety and satisfaction when you know you’re loved and cared for, but beware. This love is not a trophy, because love is not a game to be played and won. But remember, too, it shouldn’t be a fight; it shouldn’t be something you have to scrimp and save to be able to afford. True love is not spent or stolen. True … Read the rest