I was walking into my high school biology class for an exam but I started feeling different. I got up, asked to be excused and left to the girls restroom before the bell rung. I quickly started worrying and overthinking about my exam. My breathe started rapidly increasing as I speed walked to the restroom. I was scared, like I couldn't breathe, trembling uncontrollably and my legs were getting numb. Luckily, my friend came running after me and I sat on the restroom floor. I had my first anxiety attack that day. It didn't make sense to me, how one minute I felt great and the next like I couldn't breathe. Obviously, anxiety attacks would become common by my senior year. Like several of my classmates, I felt I had no time to do anything. I was up and down all the time and one day, I began theorizing of ways to put my stress somewhere else. I began thinking about a diary, but I'm not the type of person to keep a diary, so I chose poetry instead.

Poetry helped me understand a little more about time. When I have to much of it or even not enough of it, instead of worrying about what I need to do for the whole day, I try to relax and just enjoy a few minutes of doing nothing. I read and watch other people's poetry too. As humans, we like to relate to others around us and poetry helps to nourish our soul in this situation; knowing that we are not alone helps. Many cases are different but this is one way I coped with my anxiety.