I’m tired of panicking. I can’t accept anything graciously, can I? Every other thought has me short of breath today. Good things, bad things, it’s all the same. Panic panic panic. I want to lock myself in my room and color and sleep, and pretend that I don’t feel the way I do. Normally my meds are pretty good at keeping the panic at bay, but today I feel like crying.
I’ll perk back up soon enough. Just needed to vent for a second.