Thirty-two: Cement walls

Temperance

Anxiety. My anxiety can go from one to ten in a matter of seconds.

One minute I can be fine. The next, I'm on the ground shaking, trying to get the oxygen into my lungs.

Anxiety is like a monster. It's a monster that doesn't go away. It's a monster that attacks you whenever it wants because it doesn't care about what you think.

I say I need to go to the restroom for stomach problems. It's not the stomach problems everyone is thinking about.

It's the anxiety making my stomach churn. Making me fall to the ground holding my stomach while I break out into a cold sweat, rocking back and forth on the ground.

My heart feels like it's going to burst... it's all I worry about. Wondering if it's going to explode inside my chest and kill me slowly because it's beating so fast. Because it hurts so much.

It's the thing that causes me to lose my breath and causes me not to form a simple word.

It could be wonderful. Then the anxiety knocks on my door.

I stay quiet, so it won't kno