Shannon McLeod

Last week, my therapist suggested we put a name to my anxiety.

During our conversation, just for an example, she called it "Enid." She said I could change the name. She suggested I give it a name with a more repugnant association.

We named it so I could see illness as an enemy, a separate entity, rather than me.

I cannot think of anyone I hate as much as I hate this part of myself.

Hello, Enid.

Shannon McLeod teaches high school in Virginia. She has stories in or coming from Tin House, Hobart, Cheap Pop, Necessary Fiction and others.

Read her postcard.

W i g l e a f               10-26-17                                [home]