 I’m not living the best days of my life nor the worst, it’s true.

I wake up wanting to cry, but I at least, sleep. I feel anxious whenever I leave my room, but I at least, leave it. I tell everybody I know about the panic attacks that engulf me every second, but I at least, feel safe enough to speak about them. I don't have the self-security that allows me to be the best version of myself, but I at least have what keeps me from being the worst.My dreams are all nightmarish, but I at least, forget them easily. I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, but I'm at least, not crushed by it.

I take a deep breath and try to carry myself and this weight forward without both of us getting annihilated. Nothing is annihilated and nothing is secure.