Something occurred to me today. I have stopped living life. I'm literally just trying to get to the next day. Only living in the thought of tomorrow. I'm not living, I'm waiting. What鈥檚 troubling is, I am uncertain of what it is I am waiting for. I'm kind of scared for what it might be.
People who struggle with anxiety and depression can't remember a lot.. because they're too busy focusing on how to get through each moment, so they don't actually experience what is happening to them. Causing them to not form the memory they were supposed to.