I'd been okay for a long time.

But tonight I'm screaming on the inside.  

My anxiety is coming back. It's like it's seeping through the blocks that my medicine creates. 

I just keep typing things here and erasing it.  I don't think this place helps me anymore.  I think I've been bottling everything up again.

I'm not going to kill myself,  but I can't stop thinking of the reasons that people do.  And I get it.  I feel dumb for saying that.  But I get it.