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October 6, 2015

For as long as I can remember, I've always had at least a very low level buzz of insidious anxiety humming below street level, vibrating behind the fuzzy static, as persistent and nagging as a gnat just outside my peripheral vision, resistant to flailing and swatting.  No matter what else I'm doing, however happy I may be at a given moment, it will be there, occasionally spiking, stabbing a bit more, briefly, just to let me know it has the potential to punch through the surface and manifest itself in a way I don't want to entertain or even consider.