Switch Off

This morning, it felt like my brain was a radio station stuck on static. Every little noise just amplified itself into a cacophony of fear. I tried to ground myself. The rhythmic tapping of my pencil against the notebook offered a semblance of control. But the fog seemed to grow thicker. Ready to consume me.

It's like being trapped in a nightmare where I'm both the dreamer and the terrified figure. I know it's not real, but it feels so damn real. I wish I could just switch off like a light switch. But my mind is relentless. 

Each thunderclap echoes in my ears. The simple act of getting out of bed feels like climbing a mountain. Every task seems insurmountable, no matter how small. I long for the days when worries were simple, when a bad grade or a fight with a friend was the worst of it, and the joy was effortless. Now, it's this underlying dread that colors everything. I'm tired of feeling tired. Tired of fighting this invisible enemy.

The world seems filled with potential threats. One breath at a time. Maybe tomorrow will be different. I'll keep breathing.

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