What Happens When?

Nausea is a billowy blanket that makes it difficult to swallow air rich, clean, air—clutters the lungs like a folding deckchair just won't be expelled—I swear. And still worse a nervous disposition makes you itch like you've hives all-over makes you feel there are ants all-over your body in places you'd not rather go. Stress… Oh my lord, what an evil to do… never should have worked so hard. where's the time gone doc says take a pill it'll-all-be fine darling, falling apart isn't a crime. And depression, oh my word it took away my one world swallowed it clean up & whole. After which I could barely breathe or control the way I felt or myself cajole.