My chest fills like a ton of bricks are on it, or either a giant has picked me up and is squishing my ribs. It hurts to breathe. And I am finding it even harder to fall asleep at night. I got on Klonopin and that helps a little. It makes me not think as much? Like I'm a zombie of some sorts? But when I let my mind wander a little too long, the pain comes back, even worse.
When will the pain ever stop?
I want to stop hurting...
I Finally Found Myself.
- Kiki Stop Breathing
- My name is Kirsten Boileau. I have no idea who I am. I lost myself along time ago, if you can even say it was myself I knew. This life I lead scares me and the life ahead scares me even more. I am really hard to figure out and I am too easy to say goodbye to. Some people say I change their lives, and I do, I ruin them. So it's best to never get to know me. I say I am complex but most of that is due to my Personality Disorders, not me myself. You will never know what I am thinking, because my mind is forever changing, as is my life. I might be here one day and leave the next. I'm a wanderer, so please step back and let me go. Because things never do really change, do they?