Sometimes, trying is all you can do.
Try not to cry.
Try to work.
Try to write.
Try to breathe.
Most days, these days, I don’t feel like I’m trying enough. For anything. I try to be there, to be a good friend, to not feel so lonely. I try to be patient to adopt my kitten. I try to not let anxiety take over.
Nothing feels enough. Not a damn thing. I feel like I’m in people’s faces, clinging to every single word so I’ll be acknowledged.
I hate feeling/being like this. Like I can’t manage all alone. Like I need encouragement to do everything. What is this? When did I become like this? An introvert shouldn’t need others so much, right?
It feels like I can’t breathe some days; like I’m useless and invisible.
So all I can do is try. Until I can’t anymore.