Game 6 of the NLCS starts. My Cubs, my heart and soul, will make it to the World Series with a win… I am curled up on my parents’ couch so excited, so sick with anxiety.
Honestly don’t know if I’ll make it through watching this. I haven’t been this bad in years. Panic crawling up my spine, crawling into my throat. I’m going to throw up.
Clawing now at the back of my shoulder, digging my fingernails hard into my skin. Need the sharp pain to snap my mind out of the panic…