Curled up in bed with a sweatshirt that has sleeves drenched from tears. My heart aches and I am terrified of what is going to happen next. Every minute is becoming increasingly longer. My anxiety and Depression are attacking from every angle and I feel like I’m gonna scream. I need to get ahold of Sarah. I can feel the skin on my leg pulsating, like it does when I need to cut. In reality, I am in silence, but my heart and my brain are causing so much noise inside my head, my anxiety is just worsening. I feel claustophobic.