Am I the Only One?

Am I the only one who's ever felt this way? Sometimes I sit in my little corner and feel as though my walls are tumbling in on top of me. I feel powerless and completely alone. I reach out but my fingertips find no one. My mind races but cannot come up with the answers. I feel my heart start to pound. How do find my way out? Is there a way out? Can anybody save me?

I am a grown woman with grown responsibilities. I go to work everyday, often two jobs trying to make ends meet. Where are my ends meeting? I can't seem to find the place where they meet. This isn't a life. Always afraid of what will come next. I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I take my job seriously. I put my heart into it everyday. Do they see it? Do they see me? Am I simply warming a chair? Will I simply sit here everyday until I cease to exist? Then the chair is warmed by someone else.

I come home every night. I look to the items I choose to surround myself with. Are these things bringing me happiness or are they an anchor chained so tightly around my neck that they are dragging me further into the depths; choking my soul. I look to my family for salvation. I'm reaching for them, but they don't see my arms stretching out in front of me. My muscles ache. I long to care for them, to protect them, to make all their days better. I can't remember what I need from them. Am I getting it? I look to the walls that surround me. Are they keeping my safe or keeping locked away. Should I run? Should I shout at the top of my lungs? Will you hear me?

My mind is tired. Confusion envelopes me. I beg my mind to stop the constant whirlwind it has created. The thoughts are too quick and too many for me hear. How can I separate them? I close my eyes. The darkness gives me peace. I feel myself slip away.