I’m 33, and I’m dying. The stress of my life has caught up with me. The adrenaline highs and lows stomping on my trauma. My clammy hands, my colourless skin, my purple nails. My deepest gut feeling tells me I’m dying, the doctors have done tests and tell me it’s fine (x-rays.) My family thinks I’m just depressed, but I know suppressing everything and being so self destructive has hurt me. I’m not crazy.
I never really experienced life yet. Not sure what to do. I’ve been stressing myself even more and making it come closer. So that’s my fault. But if you felt you were dying, you might feel hopeless too and give up.