I do not know how to feel,
I do not know how to function,
But at least I no-longer dream,
Of serious self-destruction.
I dream of living anxiety-free,
I dream of compassion, of care,
I dream of being able to breathe,
Without choking on fresh air.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
I do not know how to feel,
I do not know how to function,
But at least I no-longer dream,
Of serious self-destruction.
I dream of living anxiety-free,
I dream of compassion, of care,
I dream of being able to breathe,
Without choking on fresh air.
Anxiety is gross, like even deep breaths can send me into panic attacks, it's mad. I've come far though!
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