Elucidating Questions

Anxiety attacks were never meant to go so low

This wasn’t a how low can you go contest

Now the do depression stands back and whistles approvingly they love each other

Fibro is twisting my bones in glee beneath my skin it burns

It feels like it but they don’t move

And I hurt and I hurt

And it’s an anxiety attack

But it won’t ever matter

Because at the ten

When you count no higher than ten

On a scale

Ten

129.

But not that scale.

Why do you go there that’s so invasive

I just wish I had somewhere to hide I’m sorry

It just wanders over there I try so hard to keep it to myself but it wanders

I wish I could keep it on a leash

Like some people

There it goes again I wish it would give me a break

My companion if by companion you mean dexterity -5 constitution -7 strength -8

Total insanity

You know

These things I actually definitely asked for and want to feel and experience because I just enjoy how sad I am and it has nothing to do with the fact that I am so sick from having to work that I quite literally have no life to live.

I never thought I’d be the person to say “I can’t work”

I thus never imagined that it wouldn’t matter

Thus I never expected my life to be like this

I’m living in literal hell.

But at least outside this hell there’s a wonderful house to live in with wonderful people for now

I am grateful

If you ever want to see hell on earth look no further than chronic disease,

This includes chronic mental health issues

Just look there it is

Why is no one

Here?