“The bell rings. I run. “I get to the door of my next class and stand there, arm outstretched. I pause. I try to will my arm to move but I can’t. Thoughts of doubt, fear and anger circle in my head. The longer I wait to open the door, the later I will be.Continue reading “My Life With Anxiety”
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EMILY DICKINSON 