I’m just exhausted, you know? Every day is a challenge, and I know that’s the case for many, but that doesn’t make it any easier. I’m stuck in fight or flight mode and the physical symptoms I feel are running rampant. My head is pounding, perhaps from the constant gritted teeth, or maybe from the fact that my muscles are more tense than they have ever been before. I’m constantly nauseous, due to anxiety rippling through my body. My muscles are weaker than normal, as if I’m just losing the will to carry on.
My mind is carrying on, fighting for the sake of fighting, by the feel of it. I don’t see a purpose and I don’t see a happy ending; I see eternal pain. I have yearned for a life of happiness, but I’ve been met with a life of mental illness.
And you can’t just get over it. You can’t do anything but fight, and there’s only so much fighting one can do before becoming bloody and bruised and broken.