The doubt fills my mind. My anxiety tells me; you can’t do this. You aren’t enough. You will never be happy. It stops me from reaching for your hand and telling me your thoughts.
I want to scream but it’s like I am drowning. My lungs filling with water, and no sound comes out. I can’t hold my breath forever.
I am looking at you, but I don’t see you. I know that you are talking, but I can’t hear you either. It is like I am lost in a time warp. Circling and circling inside my brain, buzzing like a million bees. Around and around my thoughts swarm, angry and fuzzy, and not quite precise.
I grit my teeth so hard that my jaw aches, as I pace down the hall. Back and forth, like my mind. I rub that spot on my palm with my thumb, over and over until it feels raw. It is a small comfort I have. One moment I am high, happy, feeling clear from this mental fog. And just as quickly, I am back down again. Falling down the rabbit hole in my head.
Will I ever come out again?