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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() [content warning: anxiety, panic attack] The world spun around me. It was swallowing me, burying me in a deep, murky hole. I couldn’t breathe. Wiggle your fingers Count from 100, counts of three No. None of it made sense. All the overwhelming thoughts jumbled around. I needed air. 100. 97.. 94..9… What if I never make it.
I’m worthless… Hot torrents of worry coursed down my blood rushed face. There was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide this shame. This worry. Anxiety. Was I dying? Footsteps approached me. It’s coming. It’s coming to devour me, like a pouncing cheetah with bloody paws. I was losing control. My heart dropped down, thudded in my chest. My vision disfigured. What was it that she had said? Picture… a painting? No.. a happy place? Focus on one object All around me were white empty walls, gaping at me with repugnance, scoffing. I was stranded. Bile rose in my throat, causing me to choke. I heard a loud thud. There I was, now fallen to the ground, lying helplessly like a dead fish. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exh....... “Roselyn?... ROSELYN!” I sucked in a sharp breath. Blurry skin tones appeared in front of my eyes. Long locks of auburn hair, hues of black and grey. I was too overwhelmed to see the details. When will this end? I felt a tug, my hand clasped to someone else’s And then everything blacked out. Comments are closed.
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