Meg Godfrey

In this piece I used my love of fairy tales to explore the vivid and dark nature of my Lexapro induced fever dreams and how my anxiety, though thought to be gone, manifests in my subconscious realm of dreams, or rather; realm of nightmares.

There is never really an escape from anxiety, at least for me. There's no magic words or magic pill that'll make it all go away. Whatever I'm running from often appears to me in the form of a wolf and one day he's going to catch me, no matter how far I run. He's always at my heels, waiting for the day I stumble. The day I lose control, lose the ability to cope.

He is my fear.

Waiting to consume me, if I let him.

So, what or whom is your big bad wolf?