Anxiety.
It's not a "fear" of anything.
It's a mental issue.
It is something so many people deal with.
Today I had a panic attack.
I started hyperventilating.
I fell to the floor.
I almost started crying.
I spaced out.
It was terrifying.
People started noticing.
They asked if I was ok.
I wasn't the one who answered.
Anyone who asked got "does she look ok?"
And "just stop bringing attention to it"
They both came from the same person.
"Does she look ok?"
Even during everything "she" was all I heard.
It hurt.
A lot.
But then I was comforted.
My two best friends helped me through it.
One of them tried.
He kept his distance though.
They all tried.
No one succeeded.
I let them think they did.
So they would leave me alone.
I love them all to death.
But only one of them was really helping.
He was gentle.
He kept his distance while also being close.
On the way home I broke down crying.
He helped me through that.
I appreciate how much he's there for me.
I couldn't ask for anything more than this.
But This is to let you know.
All of this.
It's just my daily struggle.
YOU ARE READING
It's just me.
No FicciónThis is just one of those things I did because I can. It makes me feel oddly better. I mean I guess you could call this a venting space. But I prefer online journal. Thanks for reading. See you.
