I don’t know, ears underwater sound like torture. Anything with water does if I’m not drinking it.

I often hear questions worded as “how to deal with anxiety” a lot, and it feels like someone asking how to survive a fall when it’s the sudden stop that kills you. More on point, my last anxiety attack was after my mum’s funeral where it was discovered my siblings planned on ghosting me. It is unclear if this was repressed emotion or something new inspired this sentiment. I went home, and, after thinking about it, just cried. No bandage can do more than keep the wound closed.

If it means anything, I am a thinker at heart. Let me think my worries over and maybe I’ll find peace.