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I go to work and I have had a good day so far, I’m on the bus, Then it happens, I think to myself, -Hopefully work will be the same, I have a lot of stuff to do. I hope I’m going to make it on time. I know I will because I knew I would get anxiety from not being on time, -I’m going to be late and my boss is going to hate me. My breathing starts to become shallow, My stomach starts to clench, -I wonder if my boss thinks I’m a failure in his eyes? My stomach begins to hurt, Yet I continue to think deeper, -I hope that my boss won’t fire me as soon as he finds someone better. I smoke cigarettes to get my mind to fuzz, -I wonder if he hates me? The pain from my stomach becomes excruciating, -I think my coworkers think I’m slow. I try to hide the pain to keep some pride, -Why are all the people on the bus sitting at the front, am I scaring them? My breathing becomes very shallow and I forget to breath, -I need to get all of my assignments done soon. I become angry at myself and I get off the bus, -This isn’t my stop, I’m going to late. My hands are shaking as I am bent over in pain trying to light my cigarette, One puff, -I’m going to be late Two puffs, -I’m going to be late Three puffs, -I’m going to be late Four puffs, Relief
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 12:47 AM UTC
Anxiety attack
I go to work and I have had a good day so far, I’m on the bus, Then it happens, I think to myself, -Hopefully work will be the same, I have a lot of stuff to do. I hope I’m going to make it on time. I know I will because I knew I would get anxiety from not being on time, -I’m going to be late and my boss is going to hate me. My breathing starts to become shallow, My stomach starts to clench, -I wonder if my boss thinks I’m a failure in his eyes? My stomach begins to hurt, Yet I continue to think deeper, -I hope that my boss won’t fire me as soon as he finds someone better. I smoke cigarettes to get my mind to fuzz, -I wonder if he hates me? The pain from my stomach becomes excruciating, -I think my coworkers think I’m slow. I try to hide the pain to keep some pride, -Why are all the people on the bus sitting at the front, am I scaring them? My breathing becomes very shallow and I forget to breath, -I need to get all of my assignments done soon. I become angry at myself and I get off the bus, -This isn’t my stop, I’m going to late. My hands are shaking as I am bent over in pain trying to light my cigarette, One puff, -I’m going to be late Two puffs, -I’m going to be late Three puffs, -I’m going to be late Four puffs, Relief
This is just a glance of my daily life
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 12:47 AM UTC
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