Anxiety always finds a way to bring me down to my my knees. One moment, I am happy and smiling and the next ten days, I can't breathe properly and everything is bleak.
I am having trouble focusing in school because anytime I open my books I am just reminded of how much failure I have accumulated during the years I have spent in college. I am in my final year now. Recently, I have been jokingly telling my friends that I would not survive life if I failed and have to spend an extra year. I don't mean it, but if it happens I don't think I will be able to live through it.
I can't stay asleep. I am always up by two am, thinking about everything that is wrong with my life. Early mornings when everyone is still sleeping, all I can do is look at the ceiling while trying to survive the weird feeling in my chest.
It's like something is being tightened with a wire in my chest, and I can't breathe or do anything to.
I have a lot more to say but this is where I shall stop.