Anxiety attack

Short about anxiety

My brain stops and starts to spiral, my mouth spitting out pessimism.
If this handful of things don’t matter nothing matters,
I latch onto this idea and everything becomes meaningless,
I hate my words and thoughts but they still appear as clear as day like a reoccurring true,
The thoughts revert inwards as I tell myself why its my fault,
That I made everything wrong, that I’m the one that doesn’t fit,
I sit and cry til I force myself to reset and push the thoughts down again.
It’s not true, you’re fine and safe.