Overthinking

It felt as though all of the weight of the world was on my shoulders. Why I felt this way, I didn't know. They called me crazy, and I couldn't argue. Whether it was my nervousness that seemed to follow me every day, everywhere I went, or my distant gaze into nothingness I do not know. If neither of these were enough, my cuts and scars must have been. I had been fighting this battle for so long now, and I was so tired of fighting. I often to sit and wonder what normal felt like. Was it nice to be able to not constantly worry? What about not needing medicine to be able to function properly? What was it like to get up in the morning and just be yourself? Was it as freeing as it seemed to wear anything, not worrying about scars or cuts?