Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

I feel so helpless when people tell me happiness is a choice. I didn’t choose to be this sad. This sadness renders me useless. I shut down I can’t think straight, I can’t do anything other than waiting for it to pass. But it never really does. I feel so helpless when they ask me to stop overthinking. I desperately don’t want to overthink but I don’t know how to stop. I can’t control it. I feel so helpless when they don’t take it seriously when I say that I’m feeling anxious. There’s like this heavy weight on my chest and I can’t breathe. I feel hungry but I can’t eat. It’s a constant feeling of discomfort that I’m not capable of putting into words. I feel so helpless because I try to tell them how I feel but they don’t try to understand.