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Sitting on my couch, nothing at all is happening... I don't work tomorrow... But my heart is racing and so are my thoughts... Wishing I knew how to change my life so that who I am can be who I am, freely expressing and enjoying who I am... So I don't have to worry about the future... So I don't have to have an autopilot for worrying and fear...
People not having panic attacks is such a foreign concept to me. Like... you mean to tell me that you can just go into a noisy, crowded store and just be fine? You can engage in a conversation with multiple people without snapping at them? Weird
I rub the blanket across my cheek, trying to ground myself.
I feel your skin instead burning and intrusive. Grating on me.
I feel like I'm floating. I'm off in a dream.
Experiencing horrors I've already seen.
My breathing is heavy. I try not to scream.
I scrub at my skin. It never gets clean.