Here we are again, anxiety and myself have a sick twisted relationship.
Sometimes I can control it, lately I’ve been struggling.
Heart beating like I’ve been hiking a mountain, hands sweaty and trembling, head spinning with thoughts and memories.
I’m a prisoner held captive inside my own head.
Just breath… it doesn’t fucking help, makes me want to puke.
I hate that my body, my brain, my soul, they are all screaming different commands and I don’t know how to react.
Death isn’t the answer life is but how to do live when you don’t know how.
I will live, I will survive, I will learn how to control this demon.
Everyday that passes is another step forward.