Things don't feel right.

It's like the world is painted in front of me.

It's like the ground is trying to swallow me.

I'm not okay.

The world is spinning.

My heart is racing.

I can't breathe.

I never. Wanted this.

This attack on my body by my brain.

People ask if they can help.

I want to say no, but my only answer is tears falling down my face.

My hands once steady are shaking.

Their own little earthquake that's wrecking my world.

That world painting is slowly fading.

This isn't okay anymore.

I can't breath.

I can't move.

I don't want this.

Things are okay, I know they are.

But my brain tricks my body into thinking they're not.

I'm left in the background as my body breaks down.

I can hear myself screaming but it sounds like some one else's voice.

Like a worn out recording I've heard a million times before.

And I watch as my body takes the brunt of the attack.