This is the kind of pain that hurts the most, the one that silently creeps up on you. The kind that burns the pit of your soul, the one that wells up in the eyes when you're alone. It's the kind of pain that no one sees, but when you're alone it explodes. The kind… Continue reading Hurting
Tag: anxiety
Pretending
I'm always too ashamed or embarrassed to tell someone when it happens, My hands start to tremble but I play it off as being fidgety, I get this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, I begin to focus on my breathing, I try to control it, I can control, it won't control me,… Continue reading Pretending
Saturday Morning Thoughts
Okay, technically it's almost noon but to be fair, I stayed up really late last night watching Mockingjay Part 1 with my family so I slept in. And by the time this has been posted it will probably be 12:30....sorry! Every morning, I try to sit on my bed for a few minutes and look… Continue reading Saturday Morning Thoughts
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