on October 29, 2014
It was quiet and dark. I could hear my breathing and my breathing only. No one was around. My heartbeat was slowly picking up pace but I tried to remain calm.
I can't believe this is happening to me again.
I struggle for air as my breathing becomes more shallow.
My heart races.
I squeeze myself. I try to hug the pain that now threatens to overtake me. The pressure builds until I feel like someone is ripping my heart from my chest. I reached for my phone contemplating on wether or not I should call someone for help.
This pain is all to familiar. It's dangerous. It's a love affair with a death dealer. If I let this continue I'm sure to die. But will power is a previous thing. Being strong is valued. This game isn't meant for the weak.
If I can't win over my own mind I'm surely to lose against everyone else in the world.
But hey, I've won this battle before.
I look into my pocket. I feel for a cold hard capsule. I reach for my phone and turn on my flashlight. I feel around in my closet. Yes, my bong is still here. I took out a small piece of bud and place it in the bowl. Dammit, no lighter. I hope these matches work. Breathe LakotaWind. Steady....
My lungs fill with smoke and my body collapses with tranquility. My shaking hands stop moving. I let out a breath of pain and eager. I am OK.
Let me let you in on a secret. I've battles with anxiety day in and day out. My depression fluctuates. I'm known to scream my head off when I have a panic attack. I'm worse off at night. And it's a slow creeping sensation of loneliness and despair. If you suffer from anxiety or depression I recommend lighting up a good bowl. Antidepressants and pharmaceuticals have only made me worse. Go organic. It could save your mind and your soul.
One love, LakotaWind
I can't believe this is happening to me again.
I struggle for air as my breathing becomes more shallow.
My heart races.
I squeeze myself. I try to hug the pain that now threatens to overtake me. The pressure builds until I feel like someone is ripping my heart from my chest. I reached for my phone contemplating on wether or not I should call someone for help.
This pain is all to familiar. It's dangerous. It's a love affair with a death dealer. If I let this continue I'm sure to die. But will power is a previous thing. Being strong is valued. This game isn't meant for the weak.
If I can't win over my own mind I'm surely to lose against everyone else in the world.
But hey, I've won this battle before.
I look into my pocket. I feel for a cold hard capsule. I reach for my phone and turn on my flashlight. I feel around in my closet. Yes, my bong is still here. I took out a small piece of bud and place it in the bowl. Dammit, no lighter. I hope these matches work. Breathe LakotaWind. Steady....
My lungs fill with smoke and my body collapses with tranquility. My shaking hands stop moving. I let out a breath of pain and eager. I am OK.
Let me let you in on a secret. I've battles with anxiety day in and day out. My depression fluctuates. I'm known to scream my head off when I have a panic attack. I'm worse off at night. And it's a slow creeping sensation of loneliness and despair. If you suffer from anxiety or depression I recommend lighting up a good bowl. Antidepressants and pharmaceuticals have only made me worse. Go organic. It could save your mind and your soul.
One love, LakotaWind
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Here's the story, LakotaWind<br /><br />http://temeculacalendar.blogspot.com/2014/11/anxiety.html
You know Lakota, many of the nurses here cross my path because of the pictures they post. Some cross for the story blog they write, exposing a side of the organization people, and other girls, wouldn't think of. You have done both, if the picture caption is correct in this story just written.<br /><... View More
I absolutely adore your blogs. You are my inspiration ! almost made me cry :'
thank you so much for all your love and support ! Love the story. Keep me posted ! (: [x=12771]PT420[/x]
thank you so much for all your love and support ! Love the story. Keep me posted ! (: [x=12771]PT420[/x]Well, the latest thing is this:<br /><br />TWAS THE NIGHT B4 CHRISTMAS<br /><br />Twas the night before Christmas<br />And all through the pad,<br />Everyone was searching<br />For the electronics they had.<br />Earbuds were hung on the chimney with care<br />In hopes Memoirs refutes bullshit from D... View More
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