I'm not good at explaining the things that go on in my head.
My family and I, we don't talk emotions.
We don't sit at the dining table and ask how everyone's day was over food.
That's not how I opperate.
So, if I tell you how I feel,
It was a minor mishap,
It won't happen again.
I'll be more vigilant.
I don't want to be hurt again,
So I shield away my insecurities and inner struggles.
My anxiety tried to ruin my day again, it tried to escape through my throat.
My brother was concerned, but I reassured him.
This was my new reality.
My mind not processing all the anxiety, so my stomach will begin to bloat.
I'll feel close to sea sick,
Nauseous,
Gaging.
All until it ends and I've found my peace.
My heart rate will slow down and I will be able to breathe again.
I'm use to all the pressure.
Why would I spill any worries to anyone else?
It's no one else's problem,
If it's not theirs they won't care.
So, when I...