But when I woke up today, the world sat on my chest.
I worked really hard to focus on my breathing.
I caught it. What a relief.
I feel like i have to stretch my whole body. Like when i stretch, im going to break muscles and release whatever the fuck this feeling is.
I have to cry. I know crying will help me. My tears are all lined up and ready to go. But there are people around.
I respond, “im good. Just tired”
I not lying. I am tired. SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF THIS.
My anxiety is a fucking monster that comes and goes as it pleases. It doesnt knock on the door, it kicks the door down anf makes itself comfortable. It lingers until its ready to leave.
I trying talking to it. I tell it how much i hate it, how much it ruins my life. I tell it, BEG it to leave me alone. but it doesnt. It laughs at me. and watches me roll into a ball, for days at a time. It feeds off of my tears.
My anxiety is a monster. I just want to catch my breath again.