I woke up anxious as ever. The day might come when I don’t immediately panic and pray to God not to hurt me when I open my eyes. But I don’t expect that day any time soon. Morning is when I rocket back into consciousness and panic that I’m going to hell. Jesus, please be patient. I’m doing my best. Please don’t hurt me. With the morning petitions finished, I stumbled down to get my coffee. Charlie the cat’s breakfast... Read more