I find myself looking at other peoples lives wondering if they feel like I do. Do they panic like I do. Do they feel sad like I do. Do they have anxiety like I do.
I was reading a book yesterday, the writer was going on about things she had to do places she had to go. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I’d be if I were her and immediately that panic and anxiety set in.
I am not normal. I have never been normal. I will always be different.