Confluence; Volume Eight

One journal entry paired with one image, each of my own creation.

I wake up in full panic almost nightly now— vivid dreams leading to a sudden jolt and gasp for breath. It feels like something out of Hollywood, but I assure you, it’s extremely real. These aren’t nightmares in the traditional sense; just dreams confronting painfully real subject matter of a painfully real life. The anxiety I wake with is disturbingly o…