Stuck in your own head, surrounded but alone….yes I know that feeling.
Feels like your feet are stuck, drowning but it’s just you mind stuck around bad thoughts.
Overwhelming the need to overthink coversations, descisions, friendships, beliefs, status and worthiness.
Constantly fighting against that tide, knowing your weakness may lead to another failure.
Not good enough in your own eyes for anyone or anything making you isolate.
Hating the way you handle the one thing you wanted and thought you’d be good at because you question your ability to handle it.
It’s safe behind the window no prying eyes or judgement but the same window makes you feel imprisioned.
But you still wake up put that smile on because today might be the day you feel ok?
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