I could drive my car forever.
Everything is so pretty.
I am so pretty.
My hair turned out perfectly today.
What are these thoughts?
Who is this person?
I hate driving.
It is all pretty, but it's my normal view.
My hair is stuffed into a bun, my bangs are too long.
I'm a mom with three kids, there is no beauty in me.
The anxiety is making it impossible to breathe.
I want my old doctor back, the one that seemed to give a darn.
Life is moving too fast.
I'm not safe.
Step after step I walk to use the energy, 20,000+, but there is no slowing my body down.
I must move.
How will I survive this round of struggle?
Will I ever feel safe again?
Should I fight, or just surrender?
My fight keeps coming.
I don't know how to stop battling to stay here and alive for my kids.
Against all odds, I keep fighting.
I live through another day.
The speeding thoughts aren't gone.
It still hurts to breathe against the fear and angst.
I force the air in and out for my girls, for my hubby.
Another day comes.