I only recently realized that I wasn't straight. At first I thought I was bi but, the more I looked into it the more I noticed that I don't care who you are or what you identify as. If you are a good person and our personalities fit I might have a crush on you. At the moment I do have someone in my life that is a guy, so I thought I was straight. I'm not. I am Pan.
My anxiety is holding me back from telling people especially my parents. I fully expect them to be supportive and not love me any less, my head just won't let me imagine any positive outcomes. Telling my friends also scare me, I'm hoping to show them this to tell them in hopes to avoid something that my mind made up. I've already come out of the closet to two people so for right now, till I feel more comfortable, I'll keep a straight face.
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A/N Hi to anyone that reads this book. I am opening up my account to anyone that not only has a mental illness but to anyone that is part of the LGBTQ+ family. Not everyone excepts us I promise I will, so if you are having any worries or problems because of it feel free to talk with me.
Love, River
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Anxiety One-shots
PoetryThis story may be triggering to anyone with anxiety and possibly depression. It will be describing how my anxiety feels, and different ways I try to overcome it. Disclaimer: this is only my personal experience and does NOT apply to everyone!
