YOU DONT LOOK SICK

Jana Marie
Nov 6 · 2 min read

I’m on hour three hundred fifty thousand, four hundred of being in the battle for my life.

Last night I had a full blown, I’m gonna die episode.

When I’m not listening to my body, the powder keg of my sorrow explodes.

My brain goes into overdrive.

Laying in bed I tossed and turned. It’s so late, why am I awake! I felt like crying out.

My eyes were closed so tight, I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. I tried to control how they kept darting around.

My heart beat so fast and hard. I because terrified. What if my medication would have to be changed.

I remembered back when I was in between figuring out what would work on my symptoms. How horrible it was!

I forget things a lot. I even call things by the wrong name.

I fled my room and was going to throw a cold cloth on my face, I decided to check my bottle that I had put my pills in.

They were still there.

The mask was ripped open for a short time today, lack of sleep is the enemy.

Ready for another day. The fight continues, quite literally. Gathering strength to go to another kickboxing session!

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I started writing long ago but just recently started to share about mental wellness. I hope one day to present on my experiences to educate those around me.

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