Trapped

Some saturday evenings feel like sunday evenings. 

The same weight on the chest, 

My heart is racing, almost hurting.

I am cold.

I can't focus.

God, my head is spinning.

I need to do something.

knitting, reading, working studying, writing.

Too many things.

I can't do anything.

I feel light headed.

Why does it hurt?

My heart is pounding against my ribs.

Are my hands shaking?

I can't read.

I can't read.

I.