These are still part of my daily existence. I feel like a pot of chili that's been on the stove for a long time, so it's all crusted on the bottom. Someone has scraped all that stuff up and it's blurping up like a pool of lava. Too many metaphors for one image, sorry. I hate this tightness in my chest, I hate the tunnel vision I get. I hate the headaches that have returned, the hallmark of my adolescence. I'm fighting something here and I no longer know what it is.

I feel like I give in when I take a xanax but I have to be able to function.

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