“Everyone is out to get me”
Every night I lock my room if someone tries to come in and attack me. Looking around in the dark for shadows, anything that could disturb my children’s rest. On my daily walks to work, the sense of being followed persists in my head even though I play music while walking to soothe my anxieties. Once I sit at my desk the fear that something bad will happen starts its vicious cycle; maybe my co-worker is talking behind my back; I feel threatened, insecure, and awkward.
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