I took this photograph when I was more functional (again).
These train tracks remind me of a wonderful place that I spent a lot of my childhood in. I can still recall the sound of a train passing by as I fell asleep and, how oddly comfortable it was. Laying in that comfy bed under the soft and warm duvet was so delightful. It felt secure and safe too.
These same feelings lately, are under constant attack. Under attack by my own mind and faulty thinking patterns. I'm not sure how to feel safe again. I feel lost, vulnerable, and insecure. If only I could go back there and lay down in that same bed, I'd feel it again.
My own mind attacks me on an endless loop like a parasite feasting on its host. I want to feel better and safe and functional but, I don't know how to get there. I need to go to see my new therapist but I have no clue how I'm gonna step foot out of this house, I'm not stable. The anxiety is overwhelming. Even the thought of it makes my heart pound fast.
Recovery seems impossible right now. I'm stuck in fight, flight, freeze.
I'm sorry to sit here and complain. I know we all struggle and mine seems stupid sometimes.
Staying on track feels impossible.
Feeling kinda hopeless.
Thanks for reading, if you got this far anyway.