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I Am The Flood
I don’t exactly know when the black hole in my stomach started. If asked to pick an exact location I would be looking for a specific raindrop in a flood. I can remember rainstorms, incidents where I felt the battering sleet of anxiety pour down around my vision I can picture sitting in my dance studio when I was ten. Five minutes. My mom was five minutes late. Five minutes was all it took for me to create a reality in my head where I had no family left. My mother was late because she wasn’t alive anymore. Six minutes. That’s how long I was standing in front of a group of people at a speech and debate event. Six minutes was all my head needed to convince me I was worthless. That my stuttering voice almost certainly equated the hatred of all those listening to me. It takes ten seconds for someone to utter a sentence that makes me question if they hate me. It takes thirty seconds for me to wonder if other people think I’m walking weirdly between classes. It takes forty five seconds for my face to turn bright red when too many people look at me and I’m not prepared for it. Ten minutes for me to have a dream that I’m standing in front of my class naked. Ten hours for me to convince myself I am going to fail a test. Forty two minutes to actually fail the test. One school day to end up crying in the bathroom about my grades. One hour of dance to hate my body in a class full of twig thin girls. Seven days to worry about my diet. Nine months of school to convince myself I am not as smart as I used to be. That I won’t be successful because my achievements are an illusion. I can’t pinpoint when I started having these feelings. I don’t know why they started. If asked why I let them invade my "space" I wouldn't have a concrete response. Probably because all of a sudden they transformed from being outside my door to being my carpet, walls, and ceiling. These thoughts are my "space." I live in a garden fed by the rain of my own anxiety My plants are poisoned from birth My own body is a toxic environment to life. I am the flood.
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