It's school tomorrow. It's monday tomorrow. The absolutly worst day in the week. And I know, every one hates mondays. But I'm afride of mondays. I have them so much. I can't think about it without feeling like I'm beeing sufficated. I hate all the days I am at school but mondays is worst. I stayed home at friday and that was one of the best days in such a long time.
I ain't beeing bullied at school, I have a lot of friends, but I'm just so tierd. I can't focus. The letters fly around in the books. At school I feel like I can't breath and I just wanna cry the most of the time. I try and laugh so ny friends won't see how if feel but it is so hard. I don't want them to feel sorry for me and I don't want them to see me weak.
Every morning is a struggle with panic attacks. Some days I feel like I at least can try to go to school but I'm getting worse. One teacher is trying to help me but I'm to deep down. All I can do is wait for school to end for summer break.
For some people three weeks may seem like a short time but for me three week feels like a eternity.
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Stories about anxiety
Short StoryIn this book you will get to follow some teenagers with anxiety and see how they feel and how they get through the days. You will get to read about their past and descover their future. And if some word is wierd or wrong it's because english isn't m...
