Anxiety Disorder

Diego

I threw up in the toilet.

My heart beat was rising every minute and my stomach was empty. “Not another attack”; I said to myself. I sat in-front of the toilet for the next five minutes. I felt like throwing up from time to time. I got up and washed my face in the washbasin. I exhaled deeply.

It’s where I stop the story

I lie on the bed beside my laptop — my phone, headphones and tablet scattered around. I take the laptop and rest it on my abdomen and raise my lap to support it to place it in an angle easy for me to view the screen.