Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #anxiety Clear filter
I want my demons to go, Wished they'd leave me alone. So that my every decision, I don't constantly judge myself on. So that with the little things I can just leave alone.
Lock me away. Just make me stay. I won't leave this room. Outside is my doom. People that mock me. Things that block me. It's a lot to take in. I'll need more than a min. I'm scared to go out.
Another sleepless night. Another day of fright. Hours of worry and stress. Unravelling demons in a mess. Thinking of what the future may hold. Needing an answer but not wanting told.
Hello again, today is Sunday, December 2, 1012. Yesterday I took a high school entrance exam that allows you to get into an admissions pool. Reading on, the admission pool is basically a lottery.
Open door. Close door. Scarf off. Coat off. Hair down. Run bath. Kettle on. TV on. Sit down. Drink tea. Relax... Finish tea. Stop bath. Bath time. Relax... Finish bath. Make dinner. Sit down.
Coursing through my veins, The happiness drains, Body fills with dread, Panicking in my head. Depriving me of sleep, Scaring down deep. Hatred of that day, When someone will finally say...
A little drip of pressure, Can quickly send me frowning, Amounting to a hurricane, And suddenly I'm drowning.
It starts with a single thought that pops up in your mind, and usually it's in the middle of the night.
10:30pm antsy, pacing the room and studying every little nicknack on my bedside table...all I hear is my mother locking up for the night 12:06am anxious...I'm the only one awake.
It bubbles up through my veins, Quicker than anything I'd care to explain, It makes my heart beat different faster somehow, My breathing becomes erratic and shallow now, I become clammy and my fists...
Beth didn't answer.
Surging through my veins, Fuzzing in my ears, I can't hear, Doom raising up, My heartbeats quick, My lashes flick, I can't breathe, Colour drains, I'm in pain, Struggling for breath, My fingers...
1. The first day of school each year. 2. When you did something you regret the day before and arrive at school. 3. Seeming too old to trick or treat, when you see little kids 4-9 trick or treating. 4.
Fingers crossed, All will be well. With some luck, On that we won't dwell. Fingers crossed, We'll come to no harm. Everything will be good, Safe and calm. Fingers crossed, It'll be fine.
So, my Mum's electricity meter ran out, and we went out at 4PM anyway (it was still light)... But we are now home and it's total dark apart from my iPod light and candle light (but still not much)...
Hello again, and today is Friday, October 26, 2012. Yesterday I heard about this hurricane, "Sandy". Being a naïve Delawarean, I wasn't very worried.
Building building dread. Burning heart and head. After all that's been done and said. Something someones coming to take my peace. Almost hear their steps coming closer.
It felt like the room was spinning. And my eyes just couldn't keep up. I felt like gravity was winning. And the space between the floor and my body was about to be shut.
When words are said. I'm lost. In a dreadful haze. I cannot concentrate. My eyes become unfocused. I can't hear what they say. In my head. I'm lost to an abyss. Swallowed whole. Mercy lost upon lips.
P lagued by voices in my head A asking if that's what was said R ound and round my head it goes A lways checking before I go N ot in order need to fix that O r tap three times rat a tat tat I...
I curl myself up In this little Cocoon, of sorts Closing my kaleidoscope eyes, Hoping Pleading For a drop of the sweet liquor that is sleep The sheep Are taunting me, it seems Literally just...
Tick, tock. It is almost noon. Tick, tock. She will be here soon. Tick, tock. The wait drives me mad. Tick, tock. This could turn out bad. Tick, tock. What if she says no. Tick, tock.
#halloweenparty #setting. The creatures are coming soon,. From my head they leap,. Because it is here in my room,. The dark is here when I sleep,. No matter for graveyards,. Or red blood in the snow,.
The faint sirens sounding,. The screech of wheels hits,. All connected to the phone ring,. Which tears me to tiny bits,. I can't control my distress,. The depression, the anger,.