January 20, 2014
Naej typed carefully, using simple declarative sentences. Sometimes he let a sentence wander, but always he felt a sense of control. He knew where these sentences were going. He knew how to take them there. It was an exercise. It was a mantra. He could repeat it and soothe his mind. He stopped for a moment, closing his eyes which were starting to burn again. He caught the corner of a thought and the anxiety began to well up in him again. He deliberately pressed it back down. This was good; he didnít need the drug. He started typing again.