I was at home in Oklahoma, sure my life had ups and downs but it was good.
I moved to Texas.
My life turned into what I thought was hell.
I was lonely, but I eventually made solid friends and I thought I was finally somewhat at peace and at home, despite having anxiety and depression.
I came back to the house after being gone for two weeks, it was nice to be home.
I went to Oklahoma for one week.
For one week I was in a community of acceptance and support.
I was in a stable place.
I came back home.
Nothing is right anymore.
This house is suffocating and it isn't my home.
I want to run away.
I'm out of place and I don't belong.
I can't do anything to distract myself from this place.
It hasn't been this suffocating for months.
It's even worse than before.
Nothing is right.
How can I feel so empty but still be overwhelmed by everything?
I fear I'm going to burst soon.
