Two: Don't make me
Anxiety and depression are my worst enemies.
There are so many kids and people just diagnosing themselves, assuming they have all these mental illnesses due to one or two incidents that magically and unfortunately occurred, setting them off a little.
Just because you got a detention at school and you're not happy about it, doesn't mean you instantly have depression just for that one day.
It's not just a one day thing.
You jumped because someone walked up to you and startled you out of your day dream, doesn't mean you have anxiety just for that one moment.
Yes, you can get anxious, but it doesn't mean you've actually got an anxiety disorder.
Maybe you don't have to be diagnosed, but don't take them so lightly.
To this day, my father still doesn't understand why I ask him to do all the speaking for me, when we're in a shop, a restaurant or trying to buy a bus ticket, he just assumes I'm too lazy to open my mouth or depend on him too much.
But I'm scared. Whenever I know I have to socialise with strangers, the gears in my head instantly turn at a high speed.
Different scenarios, many so unrealistic but so frightening, fill my imagination.
I wish I could control it. The panic that rises within me, making my heart beat furiously.
Nothing usually happens, and I know that most likely it'll always be that way, but there's that thin chance that will forever exist. It's all so unexpected, you don't know what could happen, no one is a future teller.
"Y/N, I've got an email saying you need to head down to room seventy-one, Mrs Porter." Mrs Clark informs me, looking up from her computer screen with a small smile on her lips.
"Pha- good luck babe." Charlie chuckles, patting my back whilst fixing his eyebrows.
"Shut up." I groan, quickly packing my things and heading to my destination.
Why was it just me who had to go?
I don't recall doing anything that could potentially get me in trouble.
Maybe it's my unauthorised attendance?
They're always so strict about it all but I can't really control it.
Dad just assumes I'm too lazy to get out of bed when I simply don't see the point on getting up, my future is nonexistent anyway.
I finally find Mrs Porter's room and she instantly invited me in, smiling from ear to ear as she ticks my name off of a list.
"Great, just three more people and we can start." She cheers as she walks back to her place.
I look around and see mostly smart students surround me.
Those type of students who do extra work at school, are teacher's pets, and have never missed one piece of homework no matter what.
That calmed me down a little.
Maybe I'm not in trouble?
Once everyone arrives, the teacher begins to speak.
"Alright guys, I know none of you know why you're here but I promise this isn't a punishment. Basically, we have had an amazing opportunity handed to us which is: Speaker's Trust. Speaker's Trust is a world wide competition in which students give speeches about something they're passionate about. This Friday, we'll be having a special guest coming in to work with you guys the whole day, preparing you for your speeches you'll be performing at the end of the day. Now- this is an amazing opportunity that'll look incredible on your CVs and will help you develop your communication skills, as well as improve your confidence." She explains, looking around the room with a glint of pride in her eyes.
