Overwhelmed by my tugging anxiety
I walk back and forth.
I find myself in the ocean with waves crashing into my head.
Then I find myself yelling for help while I'm in the ocean.
The waves are crashing into me harder than before.
I have one of those not to sick wipe outs.
I started swimming towards the nearest boat.
Floating on a boat.
I find myself on a wooden boat.
It doesn't work.
The boat is floating but...
It has a hole in the wooden boat.
The boat starts sinking.
Sinking down to the bottom of the ocean.
The bottomless pit of disaster.
I don't even find myself fighting it anymore.
Anxiety is the twist and ties to my tongue.
Keeping my mouth closed.
I feel sick to my stomach.
I'm still sinking, going down still.
School is an endless reminder that my anxiety comes back to play.
I don't hate school.
But I hate my anxiety.
It overwhelms me in the highlights of the brightest of days.

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The Story I Never Told Anyone
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