as per usual
I so desperately wish I knew what it felt like be happy. Happiness has always been such an enigma to me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been truly, genuinely happy. I've had sporadic moments of blissful feelings of joy, but they come in such short bursts, and not even all too often. I’m always back in this dreadful state of never-ending despair no matter what. I feel shame, I feel so much shame for who I am and I wish I couldn't have any part of it. Unfortunately, I will never be anyone but ME. How do you even cross the barrier into self acceptance? The idea so escapes me.
I’m absolutely reaching my breaking point. I almost did on Saturday night. I couldn't breathe properly for days afterwards. I can finally mostly breathe today, but that doesn't mean it's going to stay this way. My breathe would only reach to about my collarbones, but wouldn't extend any further. I don't know if it was too tight or if I was just making myself sick with panic again. I don't know what to do about these panic episodes, I can't go on not being able to breathe and getting so worked up about probably NOTHING that I end up throwing up and not being able to walk or breathe. Not to mention I have had about 4 hours of sleep all week, so I look and feel like shit too. I'm humiliated by myself for being like this. I'm just venting, but I've had the most god awful last several days and I am just soo sooooo done with everything.