I woke up this morning in a panic. A small anxiety attack about work of all things. I don’t know if all the feelings of separation are getting my wires cross upstairs. My blood feels cold as I write this. I’m scared. I want to call my wife but I can’t. I want somebody to hold me and somebody that I can talk to.
I don’t have anybody that I feel like I can talk to. I feel like a teenager again, with all my problems and nobody to talk to. Is this another wounded inner child? One that is terrified of intimacy? Oh god, I feel like I’m going mental.
I feel like I’m sinking further and further. I want to cry out HELP! but I’m too scared of anybody knowing how fucked up I am inside.
You speak my words
Its a small relief to know that I am not the only one who feels this way. How are you now?
Wow. I’ve felt like this so many times driving into work in the mornings. How does one get past these feelings and emotions.
We are all mucked up inside. Even the ones who “look” as though they have it all together–sometimes they are the most mucked up truth be told. I really enjoy the way you verbalize what you are feeling. Feeling is sometimes horrible sometimes blissful so glad to know I am not alone as well. Thanks!
i feel like this now