"Questions"

Sitting here, with the need to write, but have no idea what the topic may be. Have been so upset, sick and suffering with horrible headaches for a week. Had some panic attacks, nightmares too. Oh what is going on? No energy at all. No feelings of being real, either. Like nothing is real. Maybe this is how death feels. Everyone, inside, has been pretty quiet. Still can not shake this feeling something is wrong. Is it depression? Is it anxiety? Are we shut down? Feelings of heaviness, weariness and a longing for something...but what? Don't know if we want to do this anymore...this trying to get well. Too much confusion and too many questions. How do you feel inside? How many of you are there? Who are you? No one to talk to, no one who cares. May as well, just go away. Where would you go? Where would you live? How would you live? Do you even want to live? Who's in the mirror? Now who's in the mirror? Have you been here before? What is your name? How old are you? Who's hands are these? Who's face is this? Who did I see, just now, out of the corner of my eye? Am I insane? Should we go to the hospital? Should we stay home? Do we really have a home? Why do we feel so sick? What is causing these headaches? Have no freakin idea what the hell is going on. Just want to give up. Life is cruel, life is blahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
And, no, have no idea who wrote this and don't care niehter.


"The truth about our childhood is stored up in our body and although we repress it, we can never alter it. Our intellect can be deceived, our feelings manipulated. our perceptions confused and our body tricked with medication. But someday the body will present its bill, for it is as incorruptible as a child who, still whole in spirit, will accept no compromises or excuses, and it will not stop tormenting us until we stop evading the truth".