“I imagine if dying was a feeling- this is what it would feel like” – Anxiety
My insides churning away at empty space called the inevitable. I ask many questions and the same answer will always arise. “Why….?” , ‘When…?” “What….?” “Get real Romario!” “Maybe its my triggers, what is the trigger. If only I can be a bit more productive! “
I am writing this daily journal of my anxiety days, and the whole thing seemed like such a great idea until I started typing. Will people read this, will I look back on this and think ‘It saved my life” Is this yet another compulsive need to over share with the world.
Here is where the first entry ends.