Aunt Ziety.

I feel anxiety crawing up through my stomach. I feel it making its way up. Its seeping through the tunnels of my neck. I feel like If I open my mouth, the anxiety will pour out and make a giant anxiety puddle. I don’t have a reason for the anxiety, its just there. Its weighing me down and keeping me awake. Its blocking my airway. There is no room left in me for anything else. I try to take a deep breath to calm down, but it only seems to bring in more anxiety. 

I couldn’t fall asleep last night either. It was a night full of uncomfurtable tossing and turning. There was no reason for the anxiety last night. 

If there is a reason for it, its a reason Im not aware of.  

I want to relax, I want to be able to relax. I want to know how to relax at a time like this. I have yet to find the solution. There has been many attempts, but never any success.

"Are you there magic? Its me, Kelly"

No answer. Ever!

The magic must have traveled to a differen’t location for the season. Should I send out a message in a bottle, and hope the magic receives it?

I just want it all to stop with a snap of the finger. Abracaddabra. All fixed and better!

Ha.

If only.

I know I have to work on it slowly. Thats the only way I will recover. There is no magic in recovery.

I don’t feel like writing any more. All I wanted to say has been said. There is nothing more to it.

Frustration remains!