Im happy. My laugh is honest and full of life. My smile is genuine, no frowns in sight. Taking in every moment like it will be my last. Every breath of fresh air, the softness of my skin, the crisp blades of grass. Yoga in the morning sun, stargazing at night. I'm one with the earth. My joy glows bright. The smile on my son's face is my daily motivation to start the day. I can't wait to watch him learn new things. I can't wait for us to play. I have energy. I have patience. I have the will to live.
I'm triggered. Something happened. Now my light slowly fades. I'm drowning. My happiness seems so far away. I'm sure I'll be fine. Brush it off and get back on track. Triggered again, now I'm having a panic attack. Clenching my chest, gasping for air, pinching my neck. I try to fight it but I just can't succeed. So I give into it and let depression consume me. My anxiety is heavy and won't let up. I feel trapped, incapable of escaping.
