It was the third Wednesday of the month again. That means it was the night for Dave to have the monthly evening dinner with Jim, his colleague from work.

That evening, it was Dave’s turn to cook. Dave adored cooking. There was nothing he enjoyed more - well, almost nothing. Dave was in the kitchen cooking steaks on the pan, whilst singing along to Otis Reading’s, “The Dock of the Bay”.

“Those s...

My love, why do you doubt away your life,

One day, you’re going to be my one and only wife.

I know that sometimes you are overcome with worry,

That life can come at you, all in a flurry.

You let yourself get washed away in a river of fear,

You’re the one thing that I hold most dear.

Sometimes you let yourself get full of no relief,

Oh how I wish I could give you my belief.

Don’t let yourself...

Rick looks into the mirror and says, “I know you’re watching me.”

No response.

Rick can’t remember the last time there was a response.

To anyone else, it would look like paranoia.

Rick’s therapist told him that this was a manifestation of his anxiety…

Rick doesn’t think so.

To Rick, this is his battleground of emotion.

“I know you’re watching me.” Rick screams at the mirror.

The sweat ...