I love being alone. For me, being alone is oddly narcotic; one of the few moments where I feel I can truly unwind, and be unapologetically myself. 867 more words
Tags » Recluse
Not metaphorically, physically. It turns out after having enough attacks you heart can decide it doesn’t want to play ball anymore.
In an ever worsening time of attacks and agoraphobia again after believing I was past it, it has become so bad that an ambulance was called again. 408 more words