"How are you doing as a person? Is there anyway I can help?"

It’s overwhelming,
The way breathing become a chore that I have to remember to withhold.
Maybe when I can stop myself from shaking as I hold out my hand,
Or when all of my normal day-to-day tasks,
become not so out of hand,
leaving me in need of a pick me up.
I’m falling behind and my life is being pushed ahead in front of me.
While i'm losing grip of the counterfeit reality I created for myself.
Then maybe,
Just maybe,
I’ll be able to answer your question with honesty.
But for now I’ll tell you…
I am fine.