A story about dreams and ambitions in the face of anxiety and depression

An abstract illustration of people croweded in the subway. Three colorful, sharp shapes float above them.
An abstract illustration of people croweded in the subway. Three colorful, sharp shapes float above them.
“Commute” — Image courtesy of the author

“Can you tell that I cried?” I text my friend and send her a photo of my face.

It is a windy day, and I am sitting on a wet park bench near my office. With every gust of wind leaves rain down around me. It is half-past eight in the morning.

“No, you look fine,” she texts back, so I get up and walk down the street to work. I hate going to work after therapy because I feel drained and exhausted after my therapist drilled my brain with questions for an hour. Usually, I don’t cry during the…

Katharina Geisenberger

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