Life continues to pile and pile on top of me, and I can't take it anymore. I always find myself getting hung up on small things. For example, I was at a party with some friends, and I got lost in my own world worrying about having another panic attack.
Moments like these make me feel like I'm stunting my personal growth. They make me feel miserable, and prevent me from enjoying myself.
Even on difficult days, there were moments that broke these patterns. Like writing this entry, instead of spiraling and falling into a state of anxiety.
I can't get out, and maybe that's okay for today.