I don't know how much more of my own shit I can take.
The dark, dark cloud over me today is so heavy I am in bed, crying.
Saw 2 old friends last week and it triggered an enormous feeling, I was bullied at school and all this has come flooding back.
I have no motivation anymore, my job just grinds me down, I have no "happy moments". I dislike life.
Anxiety is a constant fucking daily battle, ranging from the mildest which is palpitations to the extremes today which is chest pain like nothing else and my stomach feels like it might explode.
I am already in therapy, maybe I'm not being honest enough which is why it's "not fucking working"
I just want to feel stable and not this incessant vulnerability.
It will pass won't it? Tomorrow is another day