It feels like I’m suffocating and all I want is to breathe.
It feels like I’m suffocating and all I want is to die.
Anxiety and Depression.
It feels like I’m suffocating, but I’m too lazy to reach for air even though I really want it.
I’ve lived most of my life struggling with these issues separately and together.
Some days are hard, most days I am just trying to figure out how to conquer those feelings with confidence and pure happiness.
I haven’t used that word in a long time to describe my happiness.
I wrote this to myself 3 years, 2 months, and 17 days ago.
Since then, I can count my instances of feeling those feelings in 3 months on 1 hand.
It’s not that I don’t have anxiety and depression..
Because I do.
I just stopped letting it define me.
I stopped letting what I believed was who I was for almost my entire life DEFINE me.
Stopped letting what I believed was unfixable define me.
By the Grace of God, I am not 6 feet under ground with my wrists slit.
I am walking this very earth writing what you are reading purely happy.