Fear grips me as I realize that maybe
I won't be anything in my life.
I'm scared of the future.
I'm scared I'll fail and
everyone will leave.
I'm scared that I'll be judged.
I don't want sympathy,
I don't want pity.
I just want to be alone and
do something worthwhile.
I don't want to fail because
now darkness sourced from my anxiety is blocking
every last light that i can see.
My vision is forcefully blinded,
all i see is grey.
Yet i know,
i know that i have to keep walking and
then I'll be out of it.
When I'm far enough
I'll turn around and see
that it was just a storm and i made it out.
It wouldn't be easy but I will have learned
all the tricks to look it in the eye
and wave goodbye.
Till i see it again, As wilder, as stronger as its challenger will get.
-Abigail Thomas
authors note;
I wrote this was I was 15 and wasn't in my best headspace. As you continue reading you'll realize it gets better for me. I wanna share this with anyone who feels it impossible to feel happy again, to remind them that it really does get better.
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