Hey everyone! Welcome back to this week’s blog post. This week I’m posting a scene that emotes a specific emotion so here goes nothing:

My mind races, my professor continues to lecture but my mind is moving a mile a minute, concentration on the lecture is impossible. I’m convincing myself that I will fail my classes, that I won’t have time to complete my prior engagements, that I will fail at being a good friend. My body begins to shake, my breaths become shallow and uneven, my palms are sweating. The lunch I had eaten earlier is not settling well. I rock back and forth in my chair, frozen in place, I need to get out of here but I don’t want to make a scene or disrupt class so I stay, locked into place, my mind slowly eating away 

“Dude, I don’t know what to do” I text my friend 

“ Is everything okay? Do you need anything? Can I call you?” She responds 

“ I’m not okay. I can’t breathe. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’m in class so I can’t talk but like I don’t know what to do. I have to get out of here.” I frantically type, taking a shaky, shallow breath 

“ Stay where you are. I’m coming to campus, we can talk after your class. For now just focus on your breathing.” She says.

There I sit. Waiting, shaking, convinced that something is very, very wrong with me. The minutes tick by and finally class ends. I frantically back my bags and rush out of the classroom, managing to say goodbye to my friends as tears start rolling down my face. I find my friend and collapse. My body doesn’t feel like my own, I become taken over by emotion. I curl up in a ball, shaking and crying, not being able to shake all of the thoughts rolling around in my head. I’ve become unaware of the hustle and bustle of students around me. I’m becoming more and more convinced that I’m going to die. My breathes are uneven and shallow, my body is still shaking, and my fears are sprinting through my mind. I have never felt this way before.

After what feels like an eternity, I slowly am able to somehow calm down. My friend patiently waits and eases my worries in any way that she can. After what feels like an eternity I finally am able to compose myself, the shaking slows, and my breaths become normal. I remain locked in my curled up position for a few minutes longer, making sure that I don’t feel like I’m going to break down like that again before I try to stand up.

Finally I look up, I wipe the tears off my face and give my friend a hug. She holds me until I finally break off.

“You’re going to be okay. Just breath. Let’s break down what happened.” 

With that I leave you with a question: What emotion do you think my scene was about? Comment your ideas down below!