It’s too much.
It’s a pit in my stomach.
It’s the tears in my eyes.
It’s the way my breath only barely reaches my chest.
It’s the slight shiver of my hands.
It’s the way I can’t see past myself.
It’s the dizziness I feel when thinking about getting up.
It’s the longing to hide.
It’s the doubt I feel inside.
It’s how every sound scares me.
It’s how I wish the world was gone.
It’s how I wish that I was gone.
It’s not enough.
I relate so deeply to the line “It’s how every sound scares me” I have misophonia, PTSD, depression and an ED. Food, weight and noises throw me into crippling panic attacks daily. Hang in there xx
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Thank you. I feel your pain too, hope you handle it all and have the proper help you need.
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One day at a timeβ‘ keep on writing these beautiful words… this hit home for me
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Thank you so much. It means a lot to me that you liked it.
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I have struggled to come up with the words to describe my anxiety, but you have done an amazing job π
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You make me smile by saying that. At the same time, I’ll really sorry you’re struggling. We will get through it!
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Thank you π and I’m glad it made you smile! And yes, yes we will! For what it’s worth, the anxiety has given us a very creative outlook to the world we live in, which isn’t all bad π
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You’re right. It’s not all just negative. It’s about seeing the positive too.
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(on another note, do you have a blog yourself? your link doesn’t work)
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I agree, something it’s about silver linings; but yeah idk what is up with my account but i used gravatar and now somehow I’m following myself lol but here’s my link π
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