"No, I really don't want to go in, please!" A tear streamed down my face as I finished that sentence. "It was your idea, why do you do this shit!" My mom said getting frustrated. "I'm sorry" I said, I really was. "No! You always say sorry, you don't mean it though! I think you need to get help, it's not normal" she said, she wasn't joking. Tears are now streaming down my face.
I decided we would go out for lunch. I didn't think it would be busy, I don't like crowds, they make me nervous. My mom agreed to bring me out for lunch. But when I looked out my window, i felt overwhelmed. scared. "No, honey that's it you are getting help and that's the end of it" she said feeling not one bit of pity for me.
I have had countless therapists and phycolagists for my "anxiety" I hate that word. I don't want to go there. I never have. So I keep my mouth shut and don't listen to what they say. But my mom doesn't listen and keeps bringing me back.
I'm 13 years old. 13. I've been to like 6 doctors, therapist, phycolagists. I don't know why I act the way I do. Its just out of habit. My names Sophie, Sophie Pullman. And yep I'm scared of people.
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