Apathetic.
Anxious.
Writing furiously and prettily in my journal and have come to some conclusions:
I have had Panic Attacks my whole life.
I have had Anxiety my whole life.
I have had multiple epidodes of PTSD, none of which have been dealt with properly.
When I read my list of the consequences of my upbringing, I can feel the beginnings of a panic attack.
Fuck knows where to start on the mess thats is my mind.
These clouds looked like a good place to start.
Anxious.
Writing furiously and prettily in my journal and have come to some conclusions:
I have had Panic Attacks my whole life.
I have had Anxiety my whole life.
I have had multiple epidodes of PTSD, none of which have been dealt with properly.
When I read my list of the consequences of my upbringing, I can feel the beginnings of a panic attack.
Fuck knows where to start on the mess thats is my mind.
These clouds looked like a good place to start.
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| The Clouds They Do Beckon *Edited to say: its actually 28 Days sober today. |
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