"Let's see, maybe we'll start off small, just a little worry before this interview," Anxiety let's some worry trickle into the emotion passage. "Ahhhhchooooo!" Anxiety lets out a large sneeze, she bumps into the lever and a ton of worry and nervousness pour out. "Oh my..."
My interview is in two hours and Anxiety has a death grip on my heart and throat. In her grip, she juggles fear, panic, and nervousness. She shoots me a while down just when I'm ready fly.
Moments ago I was prepared to "knock 'em dead" and now I can't breath. My passage for air is constricting as I fight this inner battle. I can't help feeling as if I'm going to lose this job. I mean, there's definitely going to be someone better, smarter, and more qualified. It's like I've already been defeated. My heart is pounding in my chest, there's no way I'm going to make it to this interview. My legs and hands begin to shake so I sit and begin to try and calm myself. My mom asks, "What's wrong?" This is a question that I can never truly answer because Anxiety is always in control of my tongue. The struggle to find the words push me over the edge and tears begin to flood. I'm losing it and I know it's only going to get worse.
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A Conversation Between Anxiety And Depression
ContoA brief look into the potential mind of a person suffering from anxiety and depression
