The constant anxiety, the endless depression, the attacks and nightmares. The de-linking for lack of a better term of my mind from everything I know and love.
I’m not me anymore, I’m doubtful I ever knew who me really was, or is for that matter.
The constant anxiety, the endless depression, the attacks and nightmares. The de-linking for lack of a better term of my mind from everything I know and love.
I’m not me anymore, I’m doubtful I ever knew who me really was, or is for that matter.