''Everything you're running from is in your head.''
I keep waking up in a panic. Fight or flight is hitting me hard but all I want to do is run away. I want to run, run far until I can't see any of this anymore. I feel like everything is happening in slow motion. This pain feels like it's never going to end and the more I talk to people in similar situations the more scared I get that this will always just be another deep scar that I carry around with me. I fear that this pain is never going to go away.
Why me? Why did this have to happen to me? Why did the one thing that ever meant something to me, something so small that so many people take for granted, something that I always just wanted to be able to utilize get taken away from me? Everything that makes me who I am, what I love, what I enjoy gets taken away from me little by little until I feel like there isn't anything left anymore. Who the hell am I? What does this mean now? When is this sharp, can't breath feeling going to go away? I know I am a strong person and I have been through a lot but when does life say, "Maybe she's had enough."
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