Maybe; maybe not.

An image posted is worth thousands of words written and deleted.

Or so I tell myself when nothing I could say seems worthwhile.

I've been keeping a once-daily list of Brave Things. Many of them are not things I should be afraid of, although that of course doesn't change anything. I (most recently) stopped taking anti-anxiety medication because I was afraid to go to a new psychiatrist when I ran out, which situation made me (again) question the value of the drugs in the first place. Since then I've been crying a lot, maybe as a result, maybe not. Reality TV makes my eyes water, music drowns me in big buckets of damp sobs, but I haven't had a panic attack all summer.

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