Who do you feed

02-26-2026

It’s been three weeks since I left my job. At first there was only respite and a deep sense of joy. I felt like Rocky standing on the top steps of the Philly art museum. The thing that had plagued me for years disappeared overnight.

I chose a different reality.

But last week, my mind started to contort. I had taken away its favorite chew toy - the rumination, anxiety, stress. It wanted so badly to fill the void.