This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Kutztown chapter.
Heart racing
Like erratic beating of the drums
Out of sync, out of control
The metallic taste in my mouth
The taste of invisible blood
I can’t spit it out, no matter how much I try
My stomach churns
I try to keep the food down
The nausea takes over, I vomit into the sink
I sweat uncontrollably
The feeling of sweat you get when you’re ill
I shower ten times, trying in vain to cool down
My mind is racing at lightning speed
My paranoia out of control
I lie in bed and suffer, hoping for it to end
There is no comfort from it
There is no escape from it
There is nothing, nothing I can do
I ride this wave of anxiety
Until the ocean of it decides
Until, until it decides—that it’s over.