I'm pathetic and I'm terrified.
I'm so messed up I can't even play soccer in gym class without freaking out so much that the teacher asks if I'm okay.
I even felt safe and still panicked, I felt calm yet I still flinched, I felt at home.
They noticed something was wrong and just sat there with their are arm around make stroking soothing circles on my arm. I felt at home more in that moment than I have in my house where I have lived since before I was born.
But I still flinched when the ball came near. I still broke down in their arms.
It's because I knew that it could be the last time I feel that sense of home, because I won't tell them how I feel.
I'm pathetic and I'm terrified.
Because even though I've found someone who makes me feel safe I don't want to loose them so I don't say anything.
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A/N I'm sorry this chapter went in so many different directions and didn't make sense, I needed to get it off my chest.
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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!
