In life, we have got to accept our flaws, never reject our weaknesses, for it is our blemishes that make us who we are.
But what if I am having trouble accepting myself.
I pause my thinking as I stare up at the ceiling fan. Dust gathers on its tips, making it more forlorn than it should.
Nothingness.
I feel empty. As if my soul has been poured out for all to see.
Vulnerable.
The very last bit of hope dwelling in my heart extinguishes, launching me into darkness.
Here we go again.
Depression is such a queer fellow. He just comes and goes as he pleases, leaving a trail of misery, even in his absence.
My mind drifts and I think...
And think...
And think.
Oh, how sweet! Anxiety has decided to come along and join the party...
Yup, the party of sadness and dejection.
When did my life get to this point? I was such a happy kid. Dancing on chairs and running in the fields, even when I was not supposed to.
Suddenly, my judgment fluctuates and I now stand high above the university compound.
The windowsill doesn't seem so low now, it's actually quite high up.
I look down and take in the full view.
It's nice up here.
I feel powerful, like I'm finally in control.
My sneakers squeak against the silicone coating of the window frame.
I could just jump, it'll be so easy. All these feelings will just vanish. I will be happy....
Or will I?
My heart skips a beat and the wind rushes through my hair.
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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...
