The Right Medicine for My Worst Anxiety

The shadowy figure of a stressed man sits on a bench looking to the ground.

The soul experiences the effect of ungodly fear while in the hold of its earthly vessel. The hull of its ship, crafted from mere flesh and bone, is rickety and could buckle against the strain of life’s most turbulent waters; none of us are built so sturdy that we could indefinitely withstand the savage forces of nature.

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