Survival daily-prompt stories

shygirlKinda shy better writer than talker
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A short narrative poem of getting through an anxiety attack.


by shygirl

Here I sit. Locked in a cold and grey stall in a public school bathroom. I'm gasping for every breath and hoping with every fiber of my being that no one comes in.

I'm shaking so hard that anyone who saw would think I'm having a serious medical episode. My heart is pounding I can feel it in my throat and swear you could hear it outside the door.

My chest feels like it's being pressed on. I feel the bile raise and feel nauseous. It all just makes me more dizzy. I take deep breaths. How long has it been? 10 minutes? 20?

Deep breaths I remind myself over and over again. I press my palms firmly against the cold metal door it has no sympathy. I sip my water. Close my eyes. Count to 42 over and over.

I keep telling myself I'll be okay and I'll make it through. Eventually it works. I feel somewhat normal and walk out of the bathroom like nothing happened. I survived.

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