My Monster Anxiety Treatment

Act 1

Veronica is a young teenage girl in middle school when she first heard about the virus. The virus seemed so unthreatening during the early years. Veronica and her friends thought they would just start spring break a week early. Oh, how wrong they were. Weeks turns to months and months into years till Veronica was starting her freshman year of highschool. Highschool is an odd experience. Hormones are high, feeling get hurt, drama ensues, grades rise, and grades drop. However, Veronicas freshman year isn’t the usual deal people sign. Physical contact with teachers, students, and the whole world really is at a zero. No mingling, no new relationships, no contact, nada. Which entails no sports, field trips, or anything that makes highschool worthwhile. Instead, Veronicas entire highschool experience is on a tiny sliver device called a laptop. Fun.

Actually, not fun cause Veronicas Anxiety is munching up her social butterfly like a five-year-old and a box of chocolates.

The pressure of highschool is still there even if it’s all in a virtual world. Veronicas mental health begins to slip as she gives into Anxiety whispers. When her boyfriend Freddie hasn’t talked to her in a few weeks veronica mental health took a toll. She began to isolate herself, eat less, and become unfocused in school. Her anxiety grew to a ten-foot monster that was like a cloud over her head. Veronica’s anxiety began to heighten, and the monster grew to cartoonish size. Veronica began to criticize herself, worry about relationships, feel that the world would be better without her. She fell into udder despair. In a blink of an eye the monster took Veronica to Latnem Htlaeh

 

Act 2

Veronica shivered as she attempted gathered her surroundings. It was freezing and dark. The floor was made of rock and she could hear bats in the distance. She was in cave? How could this be she was just in her room! As her eyes start to adjust to the looming darkness of the cave a glimmer of a glass bottle catches Veronica’s eye. The bottle is filled with a transparent gray liquid. Thousands of bottles line the cave’s walls just like it only with different colored liquids. A label at the bottom of the column reads “Sadness 2010” the dates continue till the most recent date. A bottle of dense reddish black liquid fills the bottle. Veronica is shocked as she looks at the walls. She knows exactly what the bottles are. She internalizes the ashamed, and guilt she feels when she looks at the bottles. A bottle flies through the air at these thoughts startling veronica she grabs the bottle. It desperately tries to get out of her grasp. “NO!” Veronica exclaims.  She did want to add another bottle to the self. She didn’t want her emotions to be bottled up and stored in a dark cave never to see the light of day. She wanted to FEEL. Then a thought hit veronica. If she got all the bottles to fall and break all her emotions over the years would be set free. She wouldn’t have this pit anymore. Filled with determination she let go of the frantic bottle and it crashes into the wall. A rumble begins, sounds of glass rocking fills veronica ears till the first bottle breaks. Hundreds and thousands of bottles come crashing a pond veronica. The emotions flowed like a raging river, ready to destroy anything in its way. The river pushed veronica down and drowns her in every memory she tried to suppress over the years.

Every argument, every breakdown, every failed accomplishment, every disappointment, every single mistake comes smashing down on me till she broke.

 

Act 3

Veronica opens her eyes and sees her mother. A harsh white light surrounds her mother silhouettes. The light hurts. “She’s awake get the doctor!” Veronicas mother shouts. Veronica groans and tries to figure out what is going on. Veronica was in a coma for a week. The day her monster took her to the cave she passed out from exhaustion. Her mother found her passed out on the floor and took her to the hospital when she didn’t wake up. Veronica begins to speak to her family but her experience during the coma and how she feels relieved that she was able let out all those emotions. Her family was relieved that veronica was going to be okay. Veronica so felt grateful of the people around her that support and care for her.

(Veronica narrates in the first person) In the next few year anxiety would creep up me every now and then, but I learned cope with it by talking to my mother or best friend about my feelings, and work through it together. It is no doubt my encounters with Anxiety shaped me into who I am today. I think differently, act differently, and understand life differently. Working through Anxiety helped me realize that not everything is as it seems. There may be more to someone's story than they are showing. I recall all the times I fell into despair or anxiousness that all eyes are on me, but no one is looking or caring about what I was doing. I have grown and learned from my experiences, and it left me with one last thing to say.

I can do anything, and you don't scare me any more anxiety.