I feel I can’t breath properly,I feel I am dying slowly,regardless all my efforts.
I don’t find my way to come back to this weird world.
I don’t want to go out, I don’t want to stay at home, I don’t want anything.
My anxiety and nerves are harder and harder, even thought my medication and the meditation that I’m practising.
Why on earth I have this disorder?.
My only words nowadays are fear, anxiety, sadness, loneliness and why.
On contrast I try every day to go ahead, but only by little while.