Enigma

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I can't. I-I just can't. My brain feels like it's made of cotton. I can't think straight. I feel like I'm losing control over myself. I don't know how, but I'm just not in control of myself. My thoughts are slowed, yet it's a busy week. I can't afford this. I can't afford to lose control over myself. I need my brain now more than ever......I can't let myself down. Life feels like it's speeding up, yet my brain is slowing down. It's like I'm seeing life in fast pace when I'm just standing there. I feel constricted. Like I can't move my feet. I can't breathe right. What's happening to me? I've never been vociferous, but I'd love to scream out my mind. But, I can't. I can't lose control. It's like I'm in an invisible chokehold. I can't do anything right. My heart beat is speeding up. I can't slow it down. What is this feeling?! Am I anxious? Anxious about what? Anxious about life. Anxious about the rest of today, anxious about tomorrow, heck, anxious about the rest of my life. For once in my life, I am uncertain about my future, about my life, about my choices. Everything is uncertain. I used to be so certain. What happened? What caused the lost of confidence? What caused the anxiety? Anxiety is my enigma. What's yours?

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