My heart is racing. I feel like I’m standing on top of a rushing train, and I can’t make it stop. I haven’t eaten anything but I feel extremely sick to my stomach. I am worried. I am scared. I feel the fight or flight urge. The nausea is overtaking me. I feel like I can’t breathe. All I want is peace, and it is the one thing most denied to me. I am not a bit tired but I haven’t slept, and I know I won’t tonight. Tomorrow is a big, dark monster looming. Nothing good will happen. It’s another opportunity for more misery. This Bitch can’t take it. I don’t want to take it. I want to be done with this – this – this everything. This miserable existence. I’m not throwing myself into the void. I’m just trying to make it through the worst moment.
Think a bright, little thought for me. Please.