Funny emotions aroused in my stomach as I woke up on the 12th of September, 2025. I assume I was already awake and on my phone at the early hour of 6am. I must have fallen asleep quite a few times, because the in moments between 6am to 9am are blank. Even with the brewing mixture of anxiety and nausea that laid dormant in my stomach, I moved normally — I did my bed, took a shower, had a mug of coffee, took my medication and sat outside breathing in Gods work. It must have been at midday when I decided to act on the awfulness that I had been feeling — a feeling that was only a seed on Monday morning and had now shifted and grown into something I couldn’t bare to hold with my own two hands on Friday afternoon. I don’t know why I insist on holding things alone, and still have all the nerve to be surprised when I struggle to carry them. Mm. I spent quite a lot of my time pacing back and forth on what specifically would calm me down. Nothing did. I soon found myself in my bathroom doing my ...