Anxiety

Anxiety.

"My head is pounding with pain, my hearts is beating faster than it should, my crying has become involuntary, my blood is warm, warmer than it should, I feel it burning under my thin skin, I feel my eyes boiling and I feel my fingers shaking; but it's normal, all of that is normal, I try to cope with It, I'm trying, but what I haven't coped with and I never will is that people make it worse, people will never understand, never in a million years, no matter how much I try to explain, because they have been blessed with never feeling it; all I get is curel words about how I have absolutely no reason to be stressed, and I have no reason to shed a tear, and I have no reason to have those feelings. Anxiety is a disease, it controls every inch of me, every thought, every heart beat, is controlled by it. And I hate that enough, I truly do, the last thing I want is people telling me that I'm exaggerating, the last thing I want is people blaming me for having it, the last thing I want is people lecturing me because I am weak; I know I am, hell I freaking know I am, but it isn't just something I can change about myself."