"Anxiety"

--- Did a flash writing exercise with a friend, about a subject we've both dealt with. Essentially we took 10 minutes on a clock and wrote about "anxiety". I wanted to share mine. ---
Imagine a clamp on your head, tightening with every breath that you take. The more you walk around, the worse it gets. You try to calm your breathing and think of nice things, but every image behind your closed eyelids is always the same. You freak out because your world becomes smaller. The path on which you walk becomes narrower. Your stomach churns as you try to understand what is causing this in you. Was it something someone said? Did you step on someone today that made them feel lesser than themselves? Why do you cower in front of everyone so that you cannot shine like the beacon you are? Why don’t you trust yourself?

You know you have stuff to do? A life to live and celebrate. Why don’t you go do it? Why do you stay here and hide in the darkness, behind your computer screen when you could go out into the world and share your beautiful soul? Why is that you have a hard time believing in yourself? Don’t you understand that you are precious? Your family loves you… Your friends care for you… You have a light, and a sensitivity that not many have. You care, like not many do. You love…like you’ve never known of hurt. But you do hurt. You hurt so much some times, that you feel sick. You hurt, so much that your insides want to crawl out of your mouth. You try to hide your smile because you think no one will love it…

But you’re wrong.

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