I’m trapped in my own head. I worry that I’m stuck. Worrying that as hard as I try not to make the same mistakes, I make different mistakes and the results are the same anyway.
I’m more and more afraid of everything. I can’t even talk to the people I’m closest too; I can’t physically get the words out.
Some days I’m just fine. And those days are the worst; the good days make the bad days feel that much worse, and I remember the rest of the world keeps going without me.