Living between the Lines

I have a terminal illness. It started when I was two and since then it’s slithered its way into the depth of me. Like a cancer, it's spreading into all my organs, slowly creeping into every last one, until its become so hard to breathe I’m not really sure how to anymore. 
 
No, I don’t have cancer, or any of its horrible variations. My terminal illness is in the form of Social Anxiety Disorder, General Anxiety Disorder, Major Depressive Disorder, Body Dysmorphic Disorder and Posttraumatic Stress Disorder.