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Dec 2014
The only constant in my life is excruciating Anxiety,  
Lost sleep,                            
Loss of appetite,                    
All I ever think is "Why me?"  
I am becoming my own ghost,
And nobody even knows
that I am gone.
Every day is one step in the wrong direction.
Constant over thinking,
& The tightness in my chest is becoming overbearing.
Will I ever be someone that will be worth remembering?  
Will I ever climb out of this grave?
Will I ever live long enough to find out why, Why me?
It gets challenging to have to deal with these panic/anxiety attacks, even during times when I feel like I'm calm, then suddenly my heart & lungs aren't working in sync anymore.

And, dealing with this crap & not being able to confide in anyone who is willing to support me is exasperating.
Nolithando
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