There we were, deciding to go to this event in town. Which, that's cool. Something different to do with him. At first it wasn't that crowded, walking around the park. Then an hour passed. It was packed. I was holding onto him, having him lead me through the crowd. Trying not to bump into people, because every time I came close I would shutter. Just pure fear ran through me. For some reason it scared me. He was leading me and it was okay, I didn't run into anyone. But I had little room to breathe it felt like. Next thing I knew... Who was I holding onto? He felt like a stranger. I felt alone. I had to remind myself that it was him, I knew him and loved him. "Are you okay baby?" He'd ask. Making sure I was okay over and over again. I didn't realize I was shaking. But we came to a calm place and he just sat with me. He's trying harder to understand and help me, and I love that.
Don't get angry with the people you know that have anxiety, who experience things like this. We can't help it, we try. I'm always trying to tell myself it's okay, but my mind tells me it isn't. It's hard for us to combat that. So just be there for for those people and ask them what they need from you. What helps me, is just having him acknowledge that I'm not okay, just having him want to help.
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Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.
RandomThis is a compilation of stories too short to be their own, and free verse poems. I write each part while inspired by my current emotion, or something that may have recently happened. So know that all of these come from my heart, or my over active i...
