Sometimes there are things that worry you. They worm their way unbidden into your thoughts. Unrealistic, almost a nightmare when you're awake. Except these are real, plausible, possibilities. Things you can't really help. I feel the dread, the stress, weary into my bones. My brain travels roads I'd rather not shed light on. Dark places, unsafe, dangerous, unhealthy. It's distracting, relentless. Not a good place to dwell but it seems to resist all efforts to dislodge it, like a gigantic boulder stuck in a narrow pass. Sometimes I think it's learned behavior. Life has been good, so something horrible must happen to even the scales.
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