If Mental Disorders Was A Person. (Short Stories about mental disorders)

Anxiety.

Worrying is the weakness of the mind, expecially if it's towards loved ones.

It was a nice day until well until I got a call from my dearest friend, I love her (as a friend) a lot so I got concerned when I was told that she was in the hospital. I asked why but they didn't know and then I said okay.. then they hung up.

And it began, I held my head and I breathed in heavily... 'is she okay?? Will she die? Is she dead? My only friend!? I'll be alone forever!.. I'll be left to rot in this hell!' I panicked until I was shaking in fear, it got worse. I tear up and weep as I worry more gripping onto my brown hair... my brown eyes widen and I huddle up to a corner... weeping.

I kept worrying a hell, and I held my knees closer to my trembling body as streams of tears went down my steaming rosey cheeks and drop onto the floor. I breath in and out roughly and heavily as this panic attack takes over.

I breath in and clentch my fists, as I heard the phone. 'She better not be dead... please dont be dead dont be!!!' I worry as I thought to myself and I slowly get up as I tremble and I sniffle nervously walking to the phone.

I pick it up.

"Y-yeah hello?"

"She's alright, she just broke her arm. She wanted me to tell you that she's coming over soon"

"uh oh... okay"

Then her parent hung up and I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at the phone as I sigh in relief and I think to myself as I dry my eyes 'All that for nothing'. I walk to my living room and I sit down onto my grey comfy sofa and kept my eye on the door waiting for the knock of my friend who heals my Anxiety.

(how was that?  cx i hope it was good)