The liquid slides down, burning as it goes. The smoke curls and twists in the air, slowly dissipating. The speakers bump loudly, matching my mood.
Thoughts are racing like a cloud of gnats, annoying and quick. Words are tumbling over each other, like pushy people in retail lines.
I’m ready to scream and punch, but remain frozen. There are so many questions running rampant in my mind, so many emotions storming through me.
I look back on this week and I wonder where I was. This floating feeling is making me sick.
I try to remain positive and strong. I try to hold on but I have no grip on anything.
This roller coaster must be broken and I’m tired of the ride. I’ve carried an elephant on my chest for far too long. I try to kick it off me, but anxiety is heavy. Fear is winning.
I’m still fighting, for me. But I grow weary.
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