Have you ever hated something so much that you just want to run away and never look back?
What if that something is yourself?
Feeling terribly trapped in a person you hate. I experience this.
Wow, writing that makes me cry.
I don’t know where or when my anxiety popped up. I don’t know when I started being so destructive. I don’t know when I started to beat myself up. I don’t know when I started letting it control my life.