I am my own prison. 

What I wish to succeed in, the simple tasks of an everyday life, are disabled from my inability to properly communicate, to property exist.

I want to buy food without having a panic attack. I want to drive without the brooding thought of hitting someone. I want to pursue my studies without anxiety for the future.

sorry, posting a lot because it's been an extremely stressful week and art helps with expression. 

actually, scratch that, this entire year has been stressful. before quarantine, I was doing pretty well mental health wise. now, I feel like I've regressed from all the work that I put into. 

everything has changed. and I am not good with change.