A.n Zieti

It’s a scary feeling to not know where you’re going in life. It’s a roadblock I’m lost most of the time I’m here. I am scared a lot of the time I’m here. I get nervous about too much. I shouldn’t care. Why am I so sick? She is here. I do care. Nausea is part of my package. I don’t know what to do. Ask her why. I hate you. She’s a silent killer. I don’t know why I’m anxious. She’s a monster. I want to be free. She comes and goes as she pleases. I know that one day I’ll be okay. There’s so many different scenarios that could happen and different outcomes that may change things. But the mind is a prison when you focus on your fears. I wish I could be a little less anxiety ridden. I want to be able to do more things without freaking out and having a panic attack. I want to be able to explore and experience this world without the feeling of dying. I wish to be liberated from this beast that’s within all of us. Everything can look completely normal, ok, alright from the outside. On the inside, is where havoc lives. SHE is the devil. And our mind is the place she resides. People think everything is ok when it is not for you. People will assume what you are and what you do, who they think you are. They never stop to think or ask how can I help? Or put themselves in our shoes. Just judgement. I know that this will never go away. I’m unsure of how she came upon me, but I know she’s here to stay. I assumed she was a guest at the hotel, but she was the manager in the lobby. I don’t know what the future will hold for us. All I know is that we are both in it for the long haul. We can stay a little bit longer. As each day passes, there will always be more sorrow. I am thankful for what I have now. But I will fight for what I want to be tomorrow. CannaQueen