By P. Leppanen
I’ve only had two panic attacks this week. That’s progress, I guess. I’ve felt broken a few times but never reached the edge of insanity. Feeling close today, though. Sitting here, staring at the wall, trying to pop my knuckles. Push, push, crack. Swaddling myself in a blanket, as if to recreate the comfort I felt long ago when I was born. It seems a bit Freudian to me but it makes sense. I don’t know how to progress, to mature, to be functional again. Panic paralyzes me. So does depression. A distant voice in my mind laughs, saying, “You’ve failed.”
What a beautiful description of the desperation of having to manage mental health issues.
Powerful ??
I wanted the push push crack again after the voice. But this is really strong.
Very poignant and realistic. Told in a ‘matter of fact way. That’s story telling at its best. Thanks for sharing your mood.
Thank you all for the positive feedback! 🙂