I’m so tired. Tired of fighting this every single day. Tired of the constant battle. Tired of waking up every morning and trying to act ‘normal’. Tired of attempting yet another trip outside when trips outside have been outdated a long time ago. Tired of trying to suppress all these thoughts and tired of beating down the anxiety and making sure today isn’t the day I have another panic attack.
It’s so fucking tiring.
And I officially give up.
Over twenty years it’s been the same struggle. Could you do it? Perhaps you do. Maybe you have a life-limiting illness. Maybe you know exactly how I feel. Maybe you just get on with things and make life the best you can.
I can’t.