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!