An irrational fear has always stopped you doing a certain activity with your friends. Today, you decide you're going to face that fear...
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!”
“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.”
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...
Robby pulls in the driveway after a long day of work. He puts his head down on the wheel…”God what a day”, he thinks to himself. “Thank god it’s over”.
Suddenly, he gets a buzz on his phone. It’s a text from his buddy Dave. “Mickey D’s?”, it reads.
Robby looks at his phone in horror. “Oh no, not today”, he stammers to himself, sweating profusely.
Ever since he was a boy, Robby has been death...
An irrational fear has always stopped you from going camping with your friends. Every time they plan a trip, your mind conjures up terrifying scenarios of wild animals attacking the campsite or getting lost in the woods. But today, you decide to face that fear. As you pack your backpack with essentials, you take a deep breath and remind yourself that your friends are experienced campers who know w...
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