Anxiety and why it Sucks

This is the diary of Samantha, a 15 years old girl, who struggels with her fight against anxiety. ♦- Notice: This story is based on real life events -♦


6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6



One step. Two steps. Breathe. One step. Two steps. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.


6th Entry, 2014

Diary, my dear diary

I thought I would wait a little to see if there was an progress before I wrote to you again, but today I saw the psychologist for the 4th time, and there has as far as I know been only little to no progress at all. Today she made a card for me, and that was it... Sorry, just kidding… It also had words on it. But really though, the reason she made it was for me to be better at remembering what to do when I wasn’t feeling very well. Again, to my utter surprise, it had something to do with mindfulness, my absolute favorite method to calm down. Am I being to sarcastic? Sorry, I just don’t feel like this is the way to help me, and also, I tend to get sarcastic when I’m irritated, if you haven’t realized already. I mean really, sure I can look at the card when I feel bad, look at the words in order: feet, color, sound, smell, thoughts. Yeah, that’s not the problem. The problem is that even though I look at those words, and know what the meaning of them are, I just can’t concentrate on them when I’m having an anxiety attack. Why is it so hard? I mean it sounds so easy?

Diary, my dear diary I’m so frustrated I want to rip my hair out so bye for now,




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