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Lately when I've been walking, I find myself staring at the sidewalk. Thinking "I should just lay down," as if the sidewalk is the perfect place for a defeated nap. Lately when I've been working I find myself unable to concentrate. Words move around on the screen and my brain can't keep up with my eyes. Reading only to instantly forget. Lately when my phone rings I panic a little. Fearing whatever is on the other end is something that isn't conducive to peace. Lately I have started to wonder If I was mistaken to hide my sickness, to hide my pain. Because now I can't hide it, and the perception of me becomes a crying wolf. Yet I've always felt this way, just with lips sewn shut. Lately when I've been eating I am repulsed by food. My throat rejects it; unable to swallow. No appetite, neglecting the consequences; the hallow weakness. Lately I've felt like I am slowly killing myself. Adrenal gland pumping, at all hours of the day; heart grieving; stomach on strike; body screaming. Lately I've been trying to get better but I can't tell if it's working.
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
Lately
Lately when I've been walking, I find myself staring at the sidewalk. Thinking "I should just lay down," as if the sidewalk is the perfect place for a defeated nap. Lately when I've been working I find myself unable to concentrate. Words move around on the screen and my brain can't keep up with my eyes. Reading only to instantly forget. Lately when my phone rings I panic a little. Fearing whatever is on the other end is something that isn't conducive to peace. Lately I have started to wonder If I was mistaken to hide my sickness, to hide my pain. Because now I can't hide it, and the perception of me becomes a crying wolf. Yet I've always felt this way, just with lips sewn shut. Lately when I've been eating I am repulsed by food. My throat rejects it; unable to swallow. No appetite, neglecting the consequences; the hallow weakness. Lately I've felt like I am slowly killing myself. Adrenal gland pumping, at all hours of the day; heart grieving; stomach on strike; body screaming. Lately I've been trying to get better but I can't tell if it's working.
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32/Non-binary/American
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
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