slithering eels in my stomach little arcs of nervous anxieties flashing my nervous system into a state of heightened agitation i know it is false flags but my mind doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact the chemicals make me feel this way while digging deeper to find a cause assuming everything is falling apart the ground quivers beneath my uncertain steps everything is okay except in the panic room behind my eyes
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Panic room behind my eyes,
Anyone who is and expert panic experienced identifies with that line
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unfortunately.
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I suppose, but. It’s also very comforting to read things about yourself in others words. Not being alone and all of that nonsense 😋
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never alone, EC. And all of that nonsense.
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