August 21, 2019

My chest feels heavy. I’m pretending that I’m not as anxious as I am. “Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment” by The Ramones is on repeat. Hey, at least I am singing along enjoying myself to hide the complete terror in my gut. Waking up after the seizure is the worst part. It’s an out of body, out of reality, out of mind and soul experience. Very unpleasant.

My memory is fading. My depression is not fading as fast. However, I was active today. Not around the house but for me. I think I achieved a lot. One day at a time. No …. one breath at a time.