Tuesday belonged to the gutters of a thesaurus.
I mean, every foul corner of word and thought was visited. I nearly choked on mealy-mouthed adverbs, and I’m still hacking up thorny adjectives of anguish two days later.
Why? What cataclysm befell me?
Me.
As in, myself and I.
A migraine headache stripped me raw of all my anti-crazy meds and left my anxiety and panic naked to the elements. (Honestly, I haven’t had a day so bad in well over a decade.)
The good news: I survived and am now properly covered again.
The bad news: I’d forgotten how truly ugly I am underneath.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 