When the anxiety hits my deepest bones I’m breathless on my bed. Incredible how physical and emotional mix up on the moments we most wish it to be severally apart. The pressure on my chest, comprimes my lungs, like hands chocking me. I repeat to myself all the smart quotes we have been told our entirely lives, “things are gonna be ok, someday”. Someday seems so far and the way feels so lonely. I want to disappear as much as I wanted to be hugged right now. A soft and warm hug to remind me that there is some reason to be alive for.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
When the anxiety hits my deepest bones I’m breathless on my bed. Incredible how physical and emotional mix up on the moments we most wish it to be severally apart. The pressure on my chest, comprimes my lungs, like hands chocking me. I repeat to myself all the smart quotes we have been told our entirely lives, “things are gonna be ok, someday”. Someday seems so far and the way feels so lonely. I want to disappear as much as I wanted to be hugged right now. A soft and warm hug to remind me that there is some reason to be alive for.