The Absurdist Reality of an Anxious Mind

Tales from a Life of Worry

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I knelt in front of the toilet. A short respite between long strenuous wretches. My dinner had only spent minutes in my stomach before I had been compelled to purge everything. I don’t get ill often. It had been years since I had vomited last. It was the very predictable outcome of combining sangria, Red Bull vodkas, and beer.