Denying help in the depths of a bottomless well.
I haven't run in 3 weeks. After 1 week of not running while on vacation. This latest break wasn't a choice. I hurt my right foot playing basketball. Came down and tried going into my 2nd jump before landing. POP! I sprained my foot. (At least that's my initial self-diagnosis). I hopped to the sideline [...]
Life mirroring the seas' tides.
I lost my Garmin on vacation. It sucked, but not too bad.
A poem featuring some of my endless thoughts when my OCD and anxiety were worst.
Depression is like a wallet, meaning I sometimes forget about it until I sit directly on it.