The Story I Never Told Anyone

Chapter 4 Overwhelmed by my tugging anxiety.

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.