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.