I'm struggling with how I feel. I should be happy and free. But I feel trapped. Trapped in my own mind.
Will I ever be happy? I don't know how this will end?
That's just it. I don't know how to be present. I'm always living in the past or thinking about the future -- the definition of anxiety. My heart hurts. It hurts to be loved. To feel worthy.
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.