I was born on this earth and into my loving and cozy family 6,738 days ago, but it feels like I've been granted another chance at life. I've always spent my time worrying and stressing over small things, that in the big picture, aren't a big deal. It's funny, I don't even remember the majority of the small things I stressed over constantly during freshman year. I barely remember anything before that, if it wasn't that significant my brain dumped it into some deeply routed recycle bin.
Nothing in the past that made me anxious matters now. This is a new chapter, a new life, and I am in control. Not my anxiety, not my depression, just me. I am the one who decides what should and shouldn't be emphasized. I don't want to repeat sophomore year. I'm going to make this life worth living, and I'm going to do it the right way. Today is the first day of my journey to being happier. The only way to go from here is forwards, and there is no looking back.
This is day one.
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The Beginning, Middle, but not the End
Teen FictionJodie Sizemore is a normal teenager--she lives in a nice house, goes to a good school, and has a group of loyal friends. However, there are a few inevitable obstacles that seem to prevent her from enjoying her life, also known as Generalized Anxiety...
