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**Do they know, what it’s like? Visuals emerge, inside my head…** People everywhere, pushing, No one watching, no one caring. My throat…closing. Suffocation. Anxiety. The noise - there’s too much. Screaming, laughing, yelling, It fills every space in my mind. I have no escape. Claustrophobia. Anxiety. They’re everywhere I turn… Those noticing ask, are you okay? Everyone looks at me. Stop staring!! I can’t breathe...something’s rising inside. Anger. Embarrassment. Anxiety. There’s no where to go, no place to run. Questions, Questions, Questions… Why? Why not? You have to… The pressure, the force – it's building within. Overwhelmed. Ashamed. Anxiety. **Do you really know, what it’s like? Be thankful you don’t walk, Even a mile in these shoes. Because then you might understand, What it’s like, to have to choose...** Alone in my empty home, Because I just couldn’t embrace, A tradition in which family partakes... No Stampede Breakfast, just isolation. Sadness. Depression. Anxiety. Do they really know…..what it’s like?
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
What It's Like
**Do they know, what it’s like? Visuals emerge, inside my head…** People everywhere, pushing, No one watching, no one caring. My throat…closing. Suffocation. Anxiety. The noise - there’s too much. Screaming, laughing, yelling, It fills every space in my mind. I have no escape. Claustrophobia. Anxiety. They’re everywhere I turn… Those noticing ask, are you okay? Everyone looks at me. Stop staring!! I can’t breathe...something’s rising inside. Anger. Embarrassment. Anxiety. There’s no where to go, no place to run. Questions, Questions, Questions… Why? Why not? You have to… The pressure, the force – it's building within. Overwhelmed. Ashamed. Anxiety. **Do you really know, what it’s like? Be thankful you don’t walk, Even a mile in these shoes. Because then you might understand, What it’s like, to have to choose...** Alone in my empty home, Because I just couldn’t embrace, A tradition in which family partakes... No Stampede Breakfast, just isolation. Sadness. Depression. Anxiety. Do they really know…..what it’s like?
jamie-lee-1
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34/F/Canadian
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
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