I'm doing my best to function. It's a really weird feeling. It's like I'm outside of myself, trying to diagnose the problem from putting all of the symptoms together. I know it's me, and I'm emotional, but I'm.picking apart pieces of myself as though I'm sitting on the sidelines, watching, and in a sense, also disconnected.
I keep having random urges to cry. When don't cry, my head hurts. Then my lungs feel as though they're collapsing, my heart has strange palpitations, my throat hurts from choking back tears and my stomach is in knots. It disrupts my sleep patterns. It makes the daytime unenjoyable. It makes me feel guilty when I eat.
I get the urge to cry when I'm trying to live each day. I had to go to town to do grocery shopping, and while I was only a passenger, I wanted to cry. This was my life. I did groceries on Friday, and it was if I felt trapped in a world that wasn't mine. Like I am supposed to be someplace else, and since I'm not, it upsets me and makes me feel uneasy.
I know it all sounds like nonsense. Maybe that's all it is.
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Phi Hư CấuI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
