I feel less than inspired to write let alone do anything else.
It’s been rough the last few days. Just getting through the days. Waiting. Counting down until I can hope for some relief. I’m left with an option of going to the ER. Which at this moment almost seems tempting. Except I know the cost of a visit is unneeded. What if they want to keep me? No. I wont go.
Its a strange feeling. Like everything is about to spin out of control. The room. I know is in one place. But. I feel it. Starting to spin. No. And this is not because I’ve been taking anything or drinking too much. No. No. This is daily. Its like I have someone sitting on my chest. Panic. Anxiety. Fear. For no good reason.
I sit day after day. Hoping. Maybe it will be better today. Maybe today will be a better day.
Sometimes I wish I could just sleep it all away…