u/ExternalGovernment41

After 10 years of keeping this ugly demon a relative secret (or at least in my mind), I think the fun is over. So tired I feel like I could fall asleep at any moment, a chest cavity that feels like it's trying to burst open at any moment, and now the anxiety, confusion, and newfound imbalance/vertigo. But the worst part is that those around me now know, and want to address it.

I don't want to talk about it, we don't want to get help. We want to work (some of us), have a hobby, drink, and go to sleep. I feel sick to my stomach, but knowing that others are aware is even more crippling.