Waking up used to be a chance to chase dreams and embrace possibilities. Now it's a struggle to even open my eyes. The weight of the day presses down on me before it even begins, and the thought of facing the world feels almost impossible.

I fight a constant battle against the urge to simply curl up and disappear. Anxiety squeezes the breath out of my lungs, my mind if filled with what ifs and worst-case scenarios.

A heavy weight sits in my chest, a constant reminder of the storm brewing inside. My thoughts are chaotic, they spin me around, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. 

Every decision I make comes with questions. Did I choose the right thing? Will it make things worse? The constant questioning is exhausting.

Sleeping was once my favorite thing, but it doesn't help anymore, my mind refuses to shut down, it keeps replaying my anxieties on a loop. The things that used to bring me joy, feels like distant memories now.

I feel like I'm watching myself from a distance and all I see is a stranger trapped in my own body, going through life without truly experiencing it. There are terrifying moments where I feel myself slipping, the will to fight decreasing.

This isn't just sadness, this isn't living, it's a constant battle to merely exist.