You don’t know me so don’t act like you do. You don’t know what it’s like when I have a panic attack and my thoughts spiral out of control. I can’t stop them and I can’t stop myself from becoming a creature of my mind, unmoving to the world but subject inside to the turmoil that makes tears come from my eyes as all you that look on try and understand why is she curled up in a ball crying? I know. I am stuck. No logic can permeate my thoughts. The only thing that makes any difference to me is the lie inside my head telling me things I don’t usually believe.

But if I told you, you’d think me insane.

So please, when I tell you that I’m trapped inside my head sometimes, know that it’s true.

Don’t invalidate me. I can’t have that.

I need you to say that even though I’m crazy you’ll still be there. Because that’s what I’m most afraid of: one day you will wake up and realize how crazy I am and leave me.

I don’t want that.