I feel like I'm the fuel that sustains anxiety's burning fire. It's shadow fades away my light. It feeds on my fears, grows stronger with each passing day. Its grip is so suffocating, squeezing the life from my bones, leaving me gasping for air.
Each day begins with its weight crushing my chest. I'm trapped, unable to breathe, and unable to move. Each breath is a battle, each heartbeat is a constant reminder of the peace I've lost.
When I look in the mirror, I don't see her anymore, the girl I once knew is hidden, veiled by the shadows of her mind... Zahra's surely gone, consumed by the very demons she tried to fight. The mirror reflects a fractured soul, a shattered version of me. I'm trapped in a cage of fear, unable to escape, unable to breathe. I remain a prisoner of my mind, tormented by the ghosts that haunt me till this lifetime.
Forever yours,
Zahra Ali.
