On Being Mad

I wake up every morning, terrified. It is the worst type of fear, an overwhelming dread, but I have absolutely no idea what it is that is frightening me. It is not from my dreams. I know this because I always remember them. If the fear remains for a day or so it will eventually find something to attach itself to but, at the moment, it is disappearing by lunchtime. Psychiatrists refer to it as "anxiety," but that is too small a word. I wish I was just anxious.


On Being Mad — 1 Comment

  1. I’m so sorry this is happening to you, Jonathan. It sounds horrible. I pray you and the medical folks are able to come up with an approach that will alleviate at least the worst of this.

    Remember that you are greatly loved.