Just breathe

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.