My life is ruled with the iron fist of anxiety that even Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson, the strongest man in Iceland, cannot break its chains. I’m on the birth control pill for the first time in years because my new ob/gyn seems to be of the mind being on low doses of hormones will help with my asshole uterus and other assorted reproductive organs from being assholes. Three weeks in and my anxiety has increased double fold to where I’m taking three doses of hydroxyzine a day; I’ve had two heart palpitation panic attacks in the last six weeks; my restlessness and racing thoughts have gone tits up.
Issue #42 Paroxysm
Issue #42 Paroxysm
Issue #42 Paroxysm
My life is ruled with the iron fist of anxiety that even Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson, the strongest man in Iceland, cannot break its chains. I’m on the birth control pill for the first time in years because my new ob/gyn seems to be of the mind being on low doses of hormones will help with my asshole uterus and other assorted reproductive organs from being assholes. Three weeks in and my anxiety has increased double fold to where I’m taking three doses of hydroxyzine a day; I’ve had two heart palpitation panic attacks in the last six weeks; my restlessness and racing thoughts have gone tits up.