It seems as though the days are shorter and the nights are longer. When it's dark, I know whats coming. The fear. That dreaded fear that drops me to my knees, praying. Praying to whatever is out there; for this to end. Is there a god? I'm pacing. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Back and forth. My thoughts seem to be propelling me, giving me the energy that I could only have dreamed about a few hours ago.
"You're dying now!!", my mind screams to me. SHUT UP JUST SHUT UP. A feeling of panic consumes my body as I lose control of my breathing. I sink down to the floor and sob; hands tingling. I'm alone. Alone...I wonder. The stuffed animals on my sisters bed across from mine seem to stare at me. I feel like they are judging me, laughing at me. I get up and turn them around. The darkness brings on mystery and fear. The mystery being what I'll worry about that night...
The fun of having an anxiety disorder.
