I open my eyes to the sunlight. It’s already 8 a.m. I slept through two alarms.
Am I lazy? People are already at work, and I’m still in bed.
I open my phone and load Instagram. Scroll through photos. Check for messages. Re-watch the story I posted last night.
Why did I share that? Do I just want validation? If so, from who? And why?
My heart races. Stomach clenches. Like I’m guilty of a heinous crime.
Am I not already content with the people in my life? Do I really need someone else to care about me? To accept me?
I sit up. Wipe the sweat off my forehead. Open my messages, wanting to confide in someone who understands.
Am I looking for sympathy? Is that a guy I’m about to text? What does that say about me? Do I enjoy their attention?
Thoughts pelt me from every direction. My head pounds.
I want to cry.
I want to sleep.
I want to escape.
Who even am I?