or when you have an unexpected/unwanted visitor.
today, Anxiety decided to check in to the motel that is my brain. it came up to the desk and called itself "calm summer vibes" to fill the vacancy it had left last time it departed.
now, it refuses to give up its room.
i believe i am coming to know it better, perhaps as Social Anxiety. my words and movements and interactions are stunted by hyperactive thoughts about how i should and should not do things and always forgetting how to do it right and always messing up and always talking fast and always having a sped-up heart rate because i am scared out of my mind.
Anxiety wants me out of my mind, out of the motel which i have tried and tried to make merely my own house.
and
i
believe
it
has
already
placed
my
bags
at
the
curb.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
