I’m so tired of anxiety.
I’m genuinely tired. Like I’m being physically forced to run a marathon over and over again without a break. I can feel my soul begging for a break, a moment of complete peace where breathing doesn’t feel like a chore. Why did I have to get cursed with such a terrible fate? Anxiety, both general and social, has made me both physically and mentally tired. A bit of depression sprinkled in and life is almost not worth it.
I hope it gets better, I genuinely do, because if it doesn’t then I’m in for one hell of a miserable ride. I’m trying to be hopeful hut I’m honestly just tired.