I’m floating away. I have nothing to ground myself. I am wind, but full of smoke. I am dark, and harsh. I cannot be ground, no matter how hard I try. Pain doesn’t work. Pleasure doesn’t work. I am wind, and wind only floats.

See a psychiatrist or anything of the sort. I am not a mental health professional, I cannot help you with this. I am, in fact, a college-age person with anxiety and health problems of my own. I understand the urge to reach out, and I’m glad for it, but, please, direct it towards someone who can do you some good. I can’t.