Class wasn't as bad as I thought.
I had applied for a "Screen Arts" degree which divides into a few categories. Filmmaking is one of them.
I pack up my things and head out of the hall.
Just before I reach my dorm room, I catch a glimpse of a girl struggling with her books. She has on a pair of bracelets and her hair is tied in a plat. Her books lie scattered on the floor and she picks them up, one by one.
There's a lost look in her eyes
Part of me badly wants to help her, or even just say hi, but my anxiety gets the better of me.
My anxiety. I have anxiety.
My head starts spinning and I can't focus. My breaths become shallow and I can feel my heart drumming in my ears.
Oh no, it's happening again.
I slam the door behind me and collapse onto my bed.
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Deep Breaths
NouvellesBree is struggling with her mental health, and to make matters worse, she's away at university. This book considers the various emotions and thoughts of a teenage girl learning to cope with anxiety and depression. *The events in this story are base...
