I’m struggling today. It’s been awhile since I’ve written and there hasn’t been a reason. Inspiration just hasn’t struck.
I went to bed mid panic attack, I’m surprised I could sleep. Dreamt that a good friend committed suicide and woke up so anxious that it hurts to breathe. It still hurts, almost three hours later.
I’m at work now. Nothing to do. Trying to breathe deeply and release all the terrible thoughts from my mind. Not working.