Leben, Lieben, Hassen
Me?
Oh.
I'm fine.
Besides not sleeping.
The jumpiness.
The fear that something awful is about to happen.
The feeling of defeat that's crushing my lungs and turning my vision into darkness.
Or the waves of anxiety that rip through my body like a tsunami every time something touches me.
The nauseous feeling in the deep depths of my stomach every time someone tells me to do something.
The burning stinging pain in my eyes that I have to conceal constantly.
I'm fine, though.
Because obviously this stressful situation is stressing you out. Because you "can't eat, can't sleep, and can't stop thinking I'm going to leave you." You always say "look at it from my perspective," but you never look from mine. Coming from someone with actual anxiety I know that looking from my perspective would kill you.
