Life of a young girl

Part four: Anxiety

Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety.

Even after thinking about it for over a week I can't convince myself to accept the fact that I am suffering from anxiety. A question many people surely ask themselves is ‘why me?’ ‘What have I done wrong?'.

Wow. I do not know how to affront this. I thank God everyday for meeting my friend whose name you will not know. She is the only one who knows the shit that is happening right now. She has helped me to realise what I have to do now.

Psychologist. Sounds serious but that is what I need. Do you feel the same?

Anxiety. Only music helps. Music, my getaway. That's the only way I can shut down my thoughts, most of them negative. I want to spend the day in bed, do nothing. Is that bad?

Do you feel the same?

No one reads this, my cry for help.
Invisible, that is how I feel.
Is there a way to change that?
I don’t know, honestly.

But thank you, Wattpad, for allowing me to write these words, for letting this app be my escape.

And yes, I need to escape. From what? I still don't know.