It’s like being trapped inside yourself, screaming in agony like a witch being burned at the stake, unable to move. Even so much as breathing is excruciating. 

I laid in the bed sobbing quietly and gasping for air until I finally tried to claw my way out of my own chest. The physical pain of the scratches allowed it to let up enough for me to get some medicine, and now I’m in a warm bath waiting for it to kick in. 

The episode is trying to reignite but I think the meds will beat it to the punch. 

The trigger was realizing I have all of one (1) adult person in my corner and even they are sketch sometimes. I’ve pushed everyone away, or maybe they were all really horrible to begin with. 

Maybe they were all right about me.