Sometimes I wake up and I feel grateful.
Grateful for the simplicity of my breath.
Grateful for the sound of my childrens laughter.
Grateful that I exist.
I find it hard to believe that I suffer from anxiety and depression.
I have everything.
Life has been good to me.
And then there are days where I wake up and feel panic.
I feel as though I am suffocating.
I want to run away
But I can’t escape my thoughts.
They go everywhere with me.
I feel as though I’m on an emotional rollercoaster.
When will the ups and downs stop?
When will I feel like me again?
The Inner Workings of My Thoughts 