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Sometimes I don’t feel quite myself or I feel so deeply myself that I can’t contain all of me in my skin. When I feel like this I want to either ride my bike, write contemplatively, or snuggle my wife. This is me on the verge of an anxiety attack, between waking and sleeping, when I can’t keep going, but I’m not supposed to stop.

Where do I go from here? What do I do with this? These two questions that I’ve asked repeatedly for the last 6 years…