Today I will face my fear of heights with my friends as we walk to top of that steps and buckle in on that 500 foot ride in the air. I will not look down and do my best....

Don’t give me those eyes

That innocent look

Like a children’s cartoon

In a picture book

That slobbering tongue

Panting for a pat

Show how you roll over

How you stood and you sat

That tail thump thump thumping

Nose nuzzling my thighs

And I just can’t escape

From those puppy dog eyes!

Though I know you’re a good boy

A sweet little man

I just cannot pet you

You don’t understand

When you flash...

The sound make me fear like chasing by a gang of wolfs. Everything I do is being watched and thus I should be exceptionally care about each movement I made. How come my blood pressure and heart beat always high, almost cannot breath. Okok, it’s just a dream and I told myself that all the fears will gone when I wake up. Thanks God....

People always told me that it would be fun. That I’d enjoy it, have a good time. I hadn’t believed them because well why would I? People had lied about so many other things. Shots, Sundays walks, and fancy dress parties. All these wasted moments where I’d stood with a smile plastered to my face. Hating the paper dry conversation about things that didn’t matter. The drunken women spilling their unh...

My friends have been doing a popular puzzle from the newspaper every day for many months. They have asked me what my daily score is, assuming that of course I participate in this activity. What my friends don't understand is that I have a deep pathological fear of spelling in front of others.

This fear goes back to my childhood, when people in my fourth grade class were required to participate in...

No. No. No,no,no,no,no! NO! NOOOO!

You can’t make me go!

You! Can’t! Make! Me! Gooo!

“Oh my god, Lena, stop being so dramatic, it’s okay,” Ainsley says, dragging my thrashing body away from the entrance to the ride. “You don’t hafta come with us, y’know. You can join us later, like usual.”

I hadn’t realised I’d said all that out loud.

‘Get. Yourself. To-ge-ther!’ I screamed to me. Me, it w...

Tonight’s the night. I’ve decided to finally face my fear and go to my friends monthly cooking get together. I suck at cooking. At least that’s what I’ve always told myself, and I’m working on reframing that thought. Reframing thoughts….been focusing on this a lot lately.been making good progress in therapy and starting to take some chances and face my fears. Easier said than done though. So...

“Come on it will be fun!”

“It won’t.”

“Yes it will, don’t be boring.”

Reason number 1: if you feel the need to get absolutely shit faced and snort half of Columbia on a night out to “have fun” then maybe you’re the boring one.

“Ugh. If I go out this once then I never have to again.”

“Fine, deal.”

Reason number 2: The Slug & Lettuce just gives me Love Island vibes. I don’t know why it just do...

(Not exactly the prompt, but oh well)

I love reading

I love books

I want to hold onto the memory of them

Capture it all perfectly in my head

And my need to hold onto that?

Probably why I’m anxious again

I get scared reading things,

And I do mean scared,

That I won’t be able to recall it all perfectly

That things won’t be complete in my head

That I’ll call myself a devoted fan,

And then be out cr...

Have you ever been close to something so disproportionate in size to you, so mammoth and looming, that your entire body has turned to jelly and a sense of impending doom has settled into your bones? Think gigantic, towering, impossibly fluffy, spotted all over, life sized and like giraffe.

Now let’s couple that with the searing fluorescence of light strips and screens over and around head. Surro...