My Grendel

[redhipple]

My body is tense, taut as a bowstring and quivering. I am vibrating to the reasonance of my jangled nerves. I am discordant and jarring. Panic settles in my breast bone, fluttering like a wounded bird. I breathe deeper, willing myself to a calmness. I fail and feel tears prick at my eyes. I have no constructive outlet but tears. I don't wish to cry

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[a_n_essary]

i take the pills. and it doesnt gray my world. it actually lets me see my world instead of my anxiety. youd be surprised how good it feels to just be content. not overjoyed, but just nice. its breathtaking to me. if you want to talk let me know