Thoughts of someone lost (and stories of someone finding her way home?)

Tortures of the damned

The sunlight that surrounds you

Thursday, February 12, 2009 by Emma

Yesterday was a bad day. I paniced, a panic attack that stretched over an hour. Hyperventilating, crying, screaming, scratching, trying to take the bad things away. I hadn't felt like that in a long time and even though I know what triggered it I can't remove it and I'm sure it will happen again, sooner or later. It won't ever go away.

A screwdriver became my savior, and then a friend who hugged me and got me in a better mood. Later, storytelling over the phone to fall asleep to.

It's your birthday today. I won't be on your mind a single second of today. I don't know if it makes me sad or happy.

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