"Mummy I miss you."
"But Bree, you've been there for two weeks."
"But I wanna go back."
"Bree, you can't say that. You have to study."
"I know-"
"What's going on, sweetheart?"
"I-I can't-I don't kno-"
"Bree, listen. What did I tell you? Go out and see the sights. You're in London! It has always been your dream to study film there, and you're living that dream! You should be happy, sweetheart."
"No mummy, you don't understand. It's something else."
"What is it?"
"I-I can't...ugh, it's my anxiety. I can't do anything. Literally. Sometimes it gets so bad I even have to miss classes. And when I'm not having a panic attack, the depression sets in. I-I can't do this anymore, and I have three more years to go. I don't know what to do-"
"Oh honey, please don't cry. You know crying will only make everything worse. Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"
"I love you mummy."
"I love you too. Shhhh, it's okay. You're okay."
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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...
