Trapped

I can’t seem to function once I step out of the door.

Make up becomes pointless, it only ends up streaming down my face.

The minute I walk out the front door I feel sick, uneasy, unsafe, dizzy, angry, hurt.

After a few minutes of locking the door behind me, back in my home, I no longer feel nauseous, no more dizziness.

But what I feel is emptiness, unkindness and unsafe.

There’s no escaping anxiety.

Not today.

Not this week.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: