Overcoming anxiety, OCD and melancholy as a working writer and creative.
It’s 2 p.m. on a Tuesday afternoon and I’ve convinced myself I have bone cancer.
It begins with me noticing a small bump on the inside of my ring finger. It’s red and a bit puffy.
To the ordinary eye it would be shrugged off as a mosquito bite or a nick or just simply a peculiar bump that should garner no attention.