I walk into a room.
People.
So many people.
More than two.
I don't want to feel nervous.
I tell my mind not to.
But I do.
I want to go but I force myself to stay.
I feel anxious.
I don't know what to say.
Why do I feel like the weird one.
The one that is never good enough.
I know my brain is telling me lies.
But my anxiety tells me I do not belong here.
I stay and deal with the thoughts.
I try to act normal.
Like nothing is bothering me.
But it is hard.
You know? Of course you don't.
It's hard, when all you want to do is go.
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Sirius Black
Struggling daily with GAD.
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