I Don’t Think I Can Do This…

Every time I feel like I’m making progress on controlling these anxiety attacks, something else just punches me in the stomach and suddenly I can’t breathe, and I’m puking and gasping, trying not to pass out because I feel like if I do then I’ll never wake up. Funny enough, though, that’s really what I want. (Wanting to die and wanting to kill myself are separate wants. Don’t send police to my house.)

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