Oops, I did it again


Napalm Death image (c) Onigiriwords

Except it’s not bubble gum pop like Britney. It’s more Napalm Death. I can’t bear Napalm Death. I can’t bear anxiety relapses either. It’s like I become the poor frightened soul the ‘singer’ of Napalm Death is screaming at. And he follows me EVERYWHERE.

That’s probably the perfect way to describe it actually. For me, anyway. My anxiety attacks are like living with Napalm Death. Inescapable. Loud. Too much crazy shit running through my brain and screaming at me. And then, just when you think you’re reaching the other side….it crashes back from nowhere like a hidden track blaring out from a CD that you really, really hate.

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