It’s the constant dread. It’s feeling like something very, very bad is about to happen or has happened without you knowing. It’s feeling like a chokehold on your throat, slowly squeezing harder and harder until you’re gasping for air while still trying to act normal in public…

I’ve had a few good hours this week. Not days, just a few hours when I feel like I could breathe again. And then I start to spiral again. Rinse and repeat. 

I’m so tired. So fucking tired.