I start my day in a panic, so much energy I feel galvanic. You would think its fun in reality I feel like I'm spun. I have a million thoughts trying to win the same race, feeling uneasy in my skin as I begin to pace.

I try to message my friends and reach out, only to receive questions of doubt. It's all "mind over matter" they say, and I feel a ping of betray because they really think I'm making myself this way.

Even on my medication I feel like nothing more than an abomination. How could someone so broken be one of GOD's creations? That's when my thoughts redirect remembering none of GOD's children are perfect. Each one made in his glory, for the purpose of living out our own story.