i was on campus, talking to a person, i can't remember what i said but i know i felt widowed after. I went back to my room where I saw an old man sitting on a chair in the middle of the room.I tried to talk to him, but it seem like he didn't hear me. the days passed and he kept bringing people to my room it was very strange because they were talking so loud and I couldn't concentrate on anything I was doing. and another bizarre thing is that they were tied by hand by a thread which was held by the old man. the days went by and I felt worse and worse, and after I couldn't stand it anymore, I went to talk to my teacher about it, after so much time in keeping secret what was happening it was time to face my fears and talk to someone about it. and that's how I got to my teacher. When I told them what was happening I cried a lot because I couldn't stand the situation anymore. They explained to me what can I do in this situation and after all this, i felt good again. After that I went to my room to face the old man and those people but to my surprise no one was there but that didn't bother me, after they left I made new friends, and able to concentrate again. So i guess this is a happy ending.
story explanation:
so in this story we talked about anxiety and overtihking, certainly the old man is the anxiety, the people are thoughts and the teacher is a psychologist.
I wanted to suggest that if we don't ask for anyone's help things will get worse and worse. We can find help in anyone so don't be afraid to talk about what is happening to you with a friend, family member or teacher, but it would be much better to consult a specialist.
with that said, i hope u have a wonderful day/night <3
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Non-Fictionin this book will be more stories about mental health/illness and people's feelings ♤
