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 -♦


2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2



Pounding. My head is pounding, aching. Pounding. Pounding. My fingers are trembling. My stomach hurts. I’m not even moving, but I’m already sweating buckets. My hands are getting clammy, and my heart misses a beat.


“I’m fine dad.”


2nd Entry, Monday, 17th of February, 2014

Diary, my dear diary

It's taking me longer and longer to recover my breathing and return to a normal heart rate after climbing a single flight of stairs. My heart is suffering, but I can't seem pull myself out of it. And that’s also why, somehow, I can’t find it in myself to get angry at my parents right now. I don’t want to come with any more presumptions than I already have, so for now I’m going to wait for Friday. Yes, I’m going to see a psychologist. I still don’t believe that I need that kind of help, but right now I just had another panic attack, and I’m too tired to complain. Actually I weren’t going to write to you before I had been to the psychologist, but I kind of needed to lighten my heart a little before going to bed.

I will be back for you soon, but for now,




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