My heart is constricted in my chest. I'm having a moment of anxiety in which my life does not feel like my own. Life doesn't seem possible and it hurts to breathe. Motion is too scary so I sit on my couch with my legs crossed indian style, like I'm a child and the demons will get me if I put a toe on the carpet.
My fingers on the keyboard are what keep me connected to life around me. They sit on the keys because, if I lift them, I will be left alone.
My eyes burn with the tears I have not cried.
I'm not sure what to do.