I’ve been on a rollercoaster for so long that I’ve infused into the seat and can’t seem to get off.
Like a puppet, my emotions move me, walk me, make me do actions against my will.
Like a fire, I burn each day in hopes of finding an escape.
Escapes are usually not the easiest.
The world seems like a fast-paced conundrum when you are hyperventilating.
Seems like I do that every day.
Breaths that never slow down. A heart that never rests well enough.
I am always on the edge.
I learned of this magical word.
The anxiety, the rollercoaster, they are not my life but just facets of it that I must control.
I must turn the rollercoaster certain ways, turn it off on my own.
The breathing, my heart, the anxiety.
I am In control of my body. Just need to remind myself, mind over body.
I am in control.
Life is not in control of me.
Anxiety doesn’t own me and lastly being on the edge of my seat for the rest of my life is just something I refuse to put my heart through.
I am a work in progress…