"Story from an Anxious Mind:

The clock keeps ticking, time hasn't stopped, and it won't stop. Can I stay and never move? I have to face it, answer them, but why do I have to do these things? I don't even know what to say. What will I do today? Why do I have to do it? Why am I even here? I can't, I'm not sure, it's not possible. They're coming close to me; do I have to talk? What am I to say? All these questions plague my every waking moment. Questions that I can't find answers to, and even if I do, I ask another one, and it repeats itself. It'll be alright in the end; being alive has to be better than being dead, but the weight of being alive seems to be too much to bear at certain moments, and the length of dreams we tend to have and our overall desires appear to be much too much. Deep breaths, I thought. There's one thing I've been good at: overthinking, but it's not the solution, so deep breaths and a slow look at the sky and the people around me. I don't need to have all the answers; I don't need to be confident about life at every moment. I just have to survive this moment, and that much I can do, and I'm not supposed to control everything."
© maryann_t
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