I had an anxiety attack today bc i didn't feel safe in my own house, thanks to my shitty family. I went on a walk just to get out of the house and ended up crouched on the side of the road, trying not to cry, and in that moment i felt 13 and helpless all over again.
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Non-FictionJust sharing my thoughts with the world. I'm mentally ill and don't tag triggers here, so proceed at your own risk.
