Masked Anxiety Pt.2 – the view from behind the mask.

It was Wednesday around 1pm. I was in the post office, short of breath from restricted airways and panicked. FUCK, I’ve got Covid! Thoughts of my lungs failing, an immediate hospital visit and calling my partner to take care of my cats, flooded my mind like obsessed fans in a mosh pit. WHAT HAPPENS IFContinue reading “Masked Anxiety Pt.2 – the view from behind the mask.”