Glimpsing my reflection in a window, I think I understand your irritation when you see me coming—that ponderous expression as I fail to grasp the obvious.

The manicured grounds masked an eroding social fabric.

Some things should not be photographed or described, lest they be reduced to photographs or descriptions.

The things you joke about during the day can fill you with dread in the middle of the night.

The two primary obstacles to improvement were (1) starting, and (2) continuing.

A surprisingly common admixture of spiritually adept and psychologically unaware.

What’s the problem?
No idea, really. It’s quite the mystery.
How does it manifest?
Microagressions, slamming drawers, muttering, occasionally striking oneself on the head with a crystal paperweight. The usual.
Does it leave a mark?
Only above the hairline.

Your waking mindset has gradually destabilized your dreams, and now your dreams have returned the favor. Each morning you wake up wondering if this is the day you begin to find your way back.

Life has once again forced an unscheduled change of attitude.

The workings of mathematics, never fathomable, in the middle of the night became a source of terror.

Their rigorously maintained veneer of civility lasted 90 seconds into his birthday toast.