Hey popcorns πΏ
Weβre on Day 10, which means the finish line is in sight π Honestly Iβm pretty darn excited to have this over with as I have so many posts I want to post so hopefully I can get onto them once this is finished!
Alrighty, letβs jump straight into this then βοΈ
DISCLAIMER: some themes in this may hit too close to home, so if your know you might find this offending or upsetting then read at your own risk π
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Writing Challenge 2020 Day 9: write a story about someone with anxiety

Son of a motherless goat I cannot do this.
βYouβre going to be fine Samara,β my best friend reassured me over the phone, knowing all too well how ranked up my anxiety is at the moment with the circumstances.
βBut w-what if- what if- what if something happens? What if something happens to you and I canβt call anyone because my phone is dead and then you die and then itβs all my fault?β I word vomited into the phone, barely pausing for breath.
No, no, NO! My meds are supposed to be working. Why do I feel like this?
Why is my brain so f****ing messed up? Why canβt I just be normal?
Dropping the phone and hearing it smash, I collapsed onto the floor and started sobbing with no tears coming out my body shaking with each onslaught of emotions.
βSAMARA? SAMARA? GET YOUR ASS OVER TO THE PHONE… IβM COMING ROUND!β I heard Lily scream down the phone, her voice dangerously loud seeing as she wasnβt on speaker.
Everyone else has these perfect brains to go with their perfect family to go with their perfect lives.
And then there was just me.
A girl with a messed up brain and crippling anxiety. I felt tired, but tired in the way sleep canβt fix.
You know when you say βoh my lifeβs a rollercoatserβ? Well try mine. Because honestly, half the time Iβm not even on the rails but plummeting straight down to the ground.
I remember a bitter memory of when I was little, I used to scream at whoever was up there at why they made me this way, then Iβd sob into my already soaking pillow, then Iβd dream about what it would be like to be normal.
Where each task wasnβt so big and scary. Where ever possibility of everything that could go wrong would flash through your brain at a million miles away. Where the thought of even stepping out my own home sometimes scared me.
That is my normal.
I am so messed up.
All my psychiatrists and doctors tell me it was normal, and other people feel like me too.
What a load of BS.
They give me hundreds of leaflets of new groups I could join hosting weekly or sometimes daily meetings with god-awful catch lines like βa problem shared is a problem halvedβ and βyour not aloneβ.
I never turned up, too scared to show people and broken I was. Too scared Iβd be the only one there who felt like I felt. Too scared I was alone.
Iβd been staring at those leaflets for the past twenty minutes, so lost in my own toxic thoughts I didnβt hear the front door slamming or the loud pitter patter as someone sprinted up the stairs.
My best friendβs soothing reassurances and her warm, safe hands wrapped around my body to keep me safe were enough for tears to tart rolling own my cheeks before my body was racked with sobs.
βHey, hey. Itβs gonna be okay.β
I cried and cried and cried. And then I cried a little bit more.
But deep, deep down in my heart, I knew that someday it would be okay.

I had to take a break from this because I started proper crying! π’ To think that some people go through this their whole lives and worse. Why do these people deserve this? Life Just. Isnβt. Fair.
I hope I havenβt teared you all up *passes Kleenex* bu I definitely teared myself up π Whatever your going through, someday it will be okay. Coud be a day, could be ten years. You donβt know, but you do know that youβll feel happiness again π
Stay happy, stay safe and thatβs a wrap! π

Ahhhh dude!!! I don’t have anxiety but I totally get how negative thoughts lead to breakdowns because I’m definitely there. Ugh stop bro good thing I had my LAST pack of tissues I kid you not! This was so effective!
Ahhh!! I used to suffer with it quite badly but now I seem to have found coping skills, and they honestly have helped me so much π Your LAST pack?! Ah letβs hope I donβt have to continue this one! π Bay will run out of tissues! Thank you xx
Son of a motherless goat is now my new favourite phrase (but also how would that even work π it literally contradicts itself π )
Haha, mine too! π Haha, I think thatβs the point…? Itβs reverse psychology, I love it! π Glad I have enlightened everyone to a new lovely curse word alternative phrase π
Oh my God Amber! You OFFICIALLY have my heart now β‘π₯Ί This was so so so so amazing and touching! DUDE I NEED A NOVEL FROM YOU. YOU ARE ONE HELL OF A WRITER ππππ₯Ί
Loads of love for this one xxx
AWW Penny π I missed you beautiful, make-my-day comments βοΈ Aww thank you so, so much! GAHH THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME! I plan to continue writing one of these stories, honestly Iβd love to continue this one but it is up to my readers to decide! π Awww xx Penny if I ever get published I ill sign every book and send a million copies your way! π (And then you have to buy a million more… jk! π)
Ofcourse I’ll buy millions of your copies! Your writing is totally worth itβ₯οΈπ I’d say CONTINUE THIS ONEβ‘β‘β‘
AWW! π Thatβs so sweet π₯° Ahhh me too, make sure to vote for it at the end! π
DUDE MY HEART π I felt for Samara really bad π and awesome story again Ambs!
AWW! π So did I – it was so sad π Thank you so much Aditi! x
I lost it at ‘son of a motherless goat’ ahahahaha.
Another great story, Amber, you are on a roll!
HAHA! Yes that is my new favourite curse word alternative π
Aw Arshia thanks so ugh you and Aditi have been my biggest supports in this π Means so much to me!
Aww always here to support you!
Aw, that means so much! π