A Short Story Essay: A Reminder

She awoke this morning to the echoing sounds of terror from the innermost part of her soul. Anxiety spread through her veins like adrenaline in a near-death experience. Not now she whispered, followed by many "fucks" and "fuck, fuck, not now!"


In deshevelled motions of brushing her teeth and getting dressed, she observed the mess of her apartment which resembled the mess within her.


She puts on her shoes and leaves the apartment. As she closes the door, she dresses her face with a confident smile and friendly "hello's" to her neighbours. All this to hide the looming negativity within her soul.


Thoughts in auto pillot mode, she gets to work, just to realise that she was excluded from a work event. At her fault she wonders...instead, later she finds out that she was mistakenly forgotten.


Why do these days happen? Why do these feelings exist? Does it exist in everyone? Or is she the only one who has at least three to four days out of the week where she feels suffocated by life? Days like these are reminders to keep trying. Days like these are reminders to appreciate surrounding support systems and structures. Days like these are reminders to remind you that you are overwhelmingly alone.

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