Mentally CrippledA Story by kaitieanxietyA glimpse into the issues of anxiety It’s like my stomach is in my chest and my chest is in my
throat. It’s like I might just throw up those organs. Why not throw up my lungs
while I’m at it. My heart seems to be pounding. I can’t focus. It’s not a panic
attack. It’s just anxiety, and it hits at some point, for an undetermined
amount of time, every single god damn day. It’s like right now, in this moment, finding something to
wear today is a panic worthy situation. It’s like getting dressed is so
terrifying I might just not do it. I might not do it ever again. It’s like every decision I have ever made in my entire life
was wrong. Just utterly, completely, and horrifyingly wrong. One mistake after
another. Oh, and my life goals? Well today they’re impossible. Yesterday, or
even when I was staring at the ceiling in the middle of the previous night,
they we certain. Today I don’t know if I can make it to tomorrow. On top of all of that - no
one knows. No one wants to know. People
don’t understand. Every day, I hear ignorant people saying it’s not a “real medical
issue, it’s an excuse, and everyone gets stressed sometimes.” All I can think
is how can people truly believe that when today, I am just as crippled as a
bedridden paralysis patient. So I say nothing, I say nothing for a long time. Until
one day, I know if these thoughts and feelings don’t get heard by someone,
anyone, other than my own trap of a mind, I won’t be here much longer. So I open
up, in a desperate act to save my life I tell someone “I don’t feel well” or “I
barely slept last night” But I don’t tell them everything. I tell enough to
maintain my sanity. Just enough information to push myself to maintain my life
sustaining functions. Every day, I desperately will my anxiety to disappear. © 2015 kaitieanxietyAuthor's Note
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