Day 3

Understand me when I say this, if you whistle at me like I’m a dog when I’m at work, I will not answer to you or come over and help you. That’s so disrespectful and not to mention rude. That being said, work was okay tonight and I’m emotionally stable. I just wish that I could belong somewhere and not feel completely weird when I’m surrounded by people. Anxiety attacks become me. I can fake nice pretty well. 
Bye bye. 

2 Feet Tall

I’m feeling really small in myself. 

I feel like an elephant is sitting on my chest. Not being able to move nor breathe. 

Feeling like I’m drowning with the waves crashing all around me and I sink even further in the darkness we call life.  

 

What is life? 

Anxiety. Depression. Breakthrough. 

I met you. You changed my life, my constant battles get a little brighter. You tune to me and I tune to you. 

What else is left?

Written by me. Kendra Harlee.