Fight

The past few days, I feel as though I have given up the fight. It happens every once and a while. I just stop fighting the anxiety. I let it completely take over. I start wallowing in self-pity, self-loathing and dirty clothes (because I can’t be bothered to clean my room). It happens for different reasons every time. This time, it was because I convinced myself I had “postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome“…yeah… Continue reading “Fight”