Then your lungs start to constrict. It’s like the air is on a strike and refuses to go down your throat. Your entire ribcage starts alerting the system that something might be wrong. A glitch. Perhaps it’s a false alarm this time. Perhaps a little sleep will reset you. Perhaps you will wake up brand new tomorrow.
Tag Archives: anxiety
On fear. And not knowing how to get rid of it
Afraid of not getting rid of all these insecurities, of the feeling of falling from my own body, of not being able to enjoy the summer I’ve so much longed for.
A functional fraud
The functional fraud suit is so heavy that one day I’m gonna crush under its weight. ‘Keep holding on’, I keep telling to myself.
Alta's World 