Anxiety
It's been eons, and I'm still here.
Anxiety and depression comes upon me in waves, and I am grateful to my parents who made me take swimming lessons when I was little, just so I could stay afloat. More and more, however, I feel myself treading water and not moving, treading water and starting to sink. The waves become choppier, and my feat turn into anchors. The water's getting above my chin.
If I really didn't want to live, I wouldn't be living right now. I don't want to die. Not at all. I just want to feel secure in my own sanctuaries again.
I promise I'm not always like this. It just seems like whenever I come back here to post, it's something a little sad. Just needed to get it out. Needed to warm up my fingers on my keyboard before they atrophy and go numb again.
I will feel so much ground under my feet next week, and I will breathe so many blessings into my pillow.
Anxiety and depression comes upon me in waves, and I am grateful to my parents who made me take swimming lessons when I was little, just so I could stay afloat. More and more, however, I feel myself treading water and not moving, treading water and starting to sink. The waves become choppier, and my feat turn into anchors. The water's getting above my chin.
If I really didn't want to live, I wouldn't be living right now. I don't want to die. Not at all. I just want to feel secure in my own sanctuaries again.
I promise I'm not always like this. It just seems like whenever I come back here to post, it's something a little sad. Just needed to get it out. Needed to warm up my fingers on my keyboard before they atrophy and go numb again.
I will feel so much ground under my feet next week, and I will breathe so many blessings into my pillow.