My anxiety assures me that I am not ok,
As my depression tells me "They dont even care dont bother"
But you push and push.
"Its just one task"
"Just a few people"
"Just a few words"
"Why don't you try"
But I am.
With every last once of power, I am walking towards what feels like the end of me.
Deep down I know ill be ok,
But in these moments my heart is trying to beat its way out of my body.
My hands are sweaty and I think my hair might be messed up.
Sometimes I think you understand,
Then you dont.
I AM NOT READY!!!!