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: depression
I am just a careless tourist here
Mom, my depression is a shapeshifter –
one day it’s as small as a firefly in the palm of a bear, the next it’s the bear
I felt a funeral in my brain
Don’t let the fear of unhappiness cripple your pursuit of finding what it is you believe.
Alta's World 