I can't figure out exactly what my problem is.
But I know it's my fault.
People with anxiety tend to think that way.
That crushing hopelessness that comes with episodic attacks of the mind...
The feeling that everything is wrong, so wrong,
and that nothing will ever be right again.
I try to grip on.
But concentration is really fighting an upwards battle then.
And so quickly reality slips away.
Stay strong, stay strong. I believe in you. You will be okay.
Filled with empty words.
Overwhelmed with a fear so pressing it knocks my breath out and takes control of my senses.
Like there's something wrong with me.
And I think, really think.
What is wrong with me?