I pop in a couple of painkillers to ease my headache.
Just breathe. It's going to be fine. You're fine.
I take out my phone and check my schedule.
The next class I have is tomorrow morning, which means I'm free the rest of the day, meaning I have nothing to do, meaning my anxiety might decide to attack because of the boredom.
Ugh, I just hate my brain so much.
I massage my temples and tell myself not to think so much.
Okay, all you have to do is keep yourself distracted. Then the anxiety won't come. Right?
I scoff.
Seems easy enough.
I take a look around me, my dorm room needs some cleaning up. Maybe I could wash up the dishes, or maybe work on some coursework, finish up the laundry, update social media...
No, I have a better idea.
I stuff an apple, a book, my phone, my sketch book, a period pad (just in case), and some cash into my backpack. I sling it over my back and look at my watch.
2:28 pm.
Then I grab my room keys and head out the door.
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Deep Breaths
Short StoryBree 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...
