Three simple steps. Difficult to follow, so easy to speak. Stop. But why? The world doesn’t. Take a moment. When? From who? Didn’t someone say “not a moment to spare”? There are no spare moments, just procrastination of the ever impending meltdown that is my anxiety, my life.

Breath…… How? Hold it in or let it out? The world is weighing on my chest. My problems are so trivial to most but great mountains to me. I can’t catch my breath, not even for a moment. My tongue goes numb, my brain tingles, the panic attack…. I’m on the brink, Always. No control, no end in sight.

Alone in a crowded room, loving everyone and giving my all until the candle is gone. A flame at both ends takes half the time to burn. I’m exhausted and sad. Can anyone hear me?