Alexithymia.
To Whoever is reading this, I sat in front of the desktop, with the keyboard in my lap, and stared at the blank screen for 45 minutes. I'm afraid it will always remain blank. I type a sentence and then hit the backspace, erasing everything. Type. Erase. Repeat. Type. Erase. Repeat. Type. Erase. Repeat. My fingertips are bleeding now. Smearing the thick red blood on the keys. But I can't feel the pain. There's something else that is weighing me down. Something real heavy crushing my chest. It is called 'words' I believe. Have you ever felt this? This unsettling sensation of trying to get words out of you but they get stuck in your throat, choking you. It's almost making me breathless here. So many voices inside my head are screaming for attention, calling out to me to listen to them. And not one of them wants to listen to me. I want to tell them things, I know how to speak, I have a voice. But it is muted. Breathe. I have to keep reminding mys...