I know even the darkest people can be touched by the light.
I don't want to look down and see how high up I am.
Courage is not complicated, but it is overrated.
I don't think I can come out of this unscathed.
My old escapes are like secret passageways in and out of my brain.
When I look at the photos in the yearbooks I only see a shadow of a girl, smiling a broken smile.
This is what living with anxiety is like, it's like I have magnifying glasses for eyes.
I realised nobody could take that strength away from me, even if I wore an L and not an M.
It was a way of constantly reminding myself that I was not in a happy place.
I am not worried about meeting deadlines, I am already going as fast as I can, I am worried about not being up to the mark.