Flee, this word covers so many different things in my head. I wish I could Flee from my anxiety, I wish I could Flee from my mental disabilities. I WISH I COULD FLEE FROM MY FEARS, ANGER, PAIN, HATRED AND THOUGHTS. But I’m trapped. I’m trapped in a never ending cycle of torment. I bully myself unwillingly. If I could run away from these things I put myself through because of my anxiety I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I wouldn’t be a fighter. I wouldn’t be a survivor. I wouldn’t be my own hero on the days that I do succeed. So, I can’t Flee. I can’t run. I can’t hide. I can’t avoid the denoms plaguing my thoughts. So, I don’t Flee. I fight. I fight to keep my head above water as I continue to drown in a sea of my own tears. But there is hope. Hope that maybe one day, I can Flee from my anxiety.