It's that time again, where I feel like I'm suffocating and I feel my heart rate increasing at such an exponential rate, that I'm a little shocked that it hasn't managed to burst out from behind my ribs and soar through the air. And I'm here because I feel if I don't let all these out, I MAY ACTUALLY DIE! Cue exaggeration.
And shamefully enough, it's through all these that I'm starting to be aware of my lack of faith, in a lot of things. And it's not good. duh. But I don't know. I feel I'm at the point of my life where everything is happening so fast and I don't know how to keep track of them all and I DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE ALL THESE. And as if all these aren't bad enough, I hear this little whisper in my mind going "ohh but this is training you to be a mum." That's kinda scary, because does it mean I'll face nonsense like this on a more regular basis? How scary will that be, seriously.
I'm rambling. Time to like, tumble around or something until I calm down. Stress, you make me extra strange.. I think I deserve a psychologist visit now. Haha.
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