I feel so uncomfortable
In my home
My car
These clothes that are 3 sizes too small, atleast that’s how it feels.
My skin
I don’t feel like myself
I don’t feel like anyone
I feel unimportant
I feel like I’m glass
You can see right through me
I feel like my life isn’t mine
I can’t breathe in this skin.
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Author:
Tharris323 (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2022 04:14
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Comments1
I think a lot of people will relate to your words, post COVID lockups
and work at home routines,
having to readjust to going about our daily lives outside
can be a challenge..
(alternately if you've had these anxieties
prior to COVID, then you should consider speaking to someone about it)
all the best! thanks for sharing
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