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She is Losing Her Grip
My life is filled with an overwhelming amount of movement. Chronic anxiety feels like an outside force is constantly controlling my body. It makes my legs shake, my fingers snap, my head as heavy as a bolder, and my lungs completely unable to exhale effectively. These physical reactions trigger feelings of emotional isolation, communicative suffocation, and consistent hyperventilation. The outstanding alterations represent the literal pulling of limbs and tightening of breath that is out of my control -the string- and the simple glorification of anxiety and mental illness in today's world -the glitter. While physically I am exhausted and my day to day is unpredictable, I am blessed with the ability to cope mentally on a level that did not seem feasible five years ago when my anxiety started. I am improving every day; the puppet master is slowly losing her hold on me.
She is Losing Her Grip
My life is filled with an overwhelming amount of movement. Chronic anxiety feels like an outside force is constantly controlling my body. It makes my legs shake, my fingers snap, my head as heavy as a bolder, and my lungs completely unable to exhale effectively. These physical reactions trigger feelings of emotional isolation, communicative suffocation, and consistent hyperventilation. The outstanding alterations represent the literal pulling of limbs and tightening of breath that is out of my control -the string- and the simple glorification of anxiety and mental illness in today's world -the glitter. While physically I am exhausted and my day to day is unpredictable, I am blessed with the ability to cope mentally on a level that did not seem feasible five years ago when my anxiety started. I am improving every day; the puppet master is slowly losing her hold on me.