Unfolding Grace: Transforming Anxiety into Art
When I’m anxious I have an odd habit of folding paper. With anxious precision my fingers crease and re-crease a once-crisp sheet until it becomes worn and frayed. I don’t know why I do this, but it mirrors what’s going on inside my head. My thoughts, like the paper, fold and refold in on themselves until I’m worn out. Anxiety focuses my attention ever more narrowly. It crumples me up.
Brandon Booth
March 4, 2025
