And just like that, you’re there again. 

And you’re reliving it. 

And you can’t breathe so well anymore, because your chest has tightened to the point where it feels as though you may suffocate. 

And you can’t speak, because there’s a lump in your throat the size of a damn tennis ball. 

And you can’t think right, because you’re being enveloped in horrific flashbacks. 

And you start to sweat, with whitened knuckles. 

And everyone turns into the enemy, no matter how close they really are. 

And you want to fall into a heap, but you can’t, because no one truly understands.  


About zedmondson

Zoe. 22. Australia. I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness. I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog. And I believe in myself. That's what my blog is all about. Hope you enjoy x View all posts by zedmondson

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