I’m hungry, but I don’t want to eat. I feel like crying, but the tears won’t come and there’s nothing to cry about anyway. My chest is kind of tight – oh god, my chest is tight. Is this it? Am I destined to die on the couch, half dressed and surrounded by cornnuts that missed my mouth? No, that isn’t it. I’m just being silly. So what is it? What could be filling my lungs with all this dread and noise? Why am I screaming? Where did the light go?
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… Gave me goosebumps. This is my anxiety.. chest tightening, air stealing.. non-stop noise in my head, my logic battling with every other voice in my head.. hands crumpled up in my lap, curled up in a ball in a corner of the couch, pain shooting down my limbs.. through my fingers. You aren’t alone.
Can I post this on facebook and pretend I wrote it?
Post yes, pretend no :P