Will I ever be able to get out of my prison?
Will my anxiety and body convulsions ever stop?
Can I ever expect to get some semblance of life back?
Will agoraphobia ever let its grip of me go?
I’m so tired of fighting this ghost.
It’s aged me terribly and my mind is playing tricks on me every day. I have periods where I space completely out and lose hours in a day without even realising it.
I hate my existence.
I hate agoraphobia
I hate anxiety
I hate depression
I was looking at my gun for hours yesterday,wondering if I had the courage to pull the trigger to end my misery.
WHY ME? Why why why why.
Why any of us.
Fuck it all.