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My Anxiety…

via Daily Prompt: Invisible

Anxiety

Hey, um… I’m still here. Yeah, I’m sitting next to you.

I know I don’t talk a lot, but that doesn’t mean that I have nothing to say.

Besides, you invited me to this activity. You dragged me along, maybe hoping that would help me be more social. But it somehow made things worse.

What you’re talking about right now sounds really interesting. I want to put in my two-cents, I really do.

But my anxiety starts to kick in.

“Is what you want to say that important? Is it something that you think they’d like to hear? What if you mess up your wording or trip over your own tongue?Β What if your opinion differs from theirs? They’ll think you’re weird. They’ll make fun of you. Or worse, they’ll want to fight you on it.”

“They don’t care about you. They never have. You don’t have any friends. They asked you to come because they feel sorry for you. Why give them the time of day when they won’t do the same to you? It’s better to just stay quiet. It’s safer that way.”

I don’t say anything. I remain invisible. I’m surrounded by a crowd of people, but my only companions are my thoughts…

 

Author:

Hey there! My name is Victoria Steuver, or Tori for short. I'm 20 years young and currently employed full time. I have two wonderful parents, an older sister, a younger brother, and a dog. I hope that this blog will not only help me enter the world of adults, but you as well! See you soon!

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