Like a breath of fresh air, he came towards me like a bolt from the blue. He was peaceful and his voice– soothing. He had to, before I hopped into several drastic conclusions like I always did. But this time he wasn\’t having it, so he came. My mind already began ringing the words again …
Words are not enough I want to describe this but I can\’t The words are somehow trapped in between In between my head and my throat It\’s forbidden to hear They wouldn\’t listen, they wouldn\’t understand They are unable to bear it I mean..bear me Unable to see me See me vulnerable It\’s hard so …
My anxiety doesn’t come from thinking about the future but from wanting to control it. Hugh Prather I got it all under control\’ is my watch-word. It’s what I live by. I am the organised-planner, write-a-list-perfectionist girl you’ve been looking for. It’s me, but I am anxious. Everyone can be this way. However, It’s much …