The Road Not Taken Because The Whole Thing Triggered My Anxiety

Two Roads Diverged In A Wood, And I– I Was Freaked Out

Elizabeth Simone
Jane Austen’s Wastebasket

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Photo by Jens Lelie on Unsplash

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and stressed out I was because first, the path was not straightforward. And second, the wood was yellow. Did the bark have some sort of poisonous chemical substance on it? I noted to myself: Don’t touch the trees and wash your hands when you get home.

And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler. I knew I should have brought a friend along. Why did I come to the woods alone? My therapist, Dr. Wellspring, told me that getting into nature would do me good. But I was beginning to feel like this was very unsafe. Yes, I definitely should have brought a buddy. But I was too worried to ask anyone because what if they said no? But I was also too worried to ask because what if they said yes?

Long I stood. Really long. It was starting to get late. I had to make a decision before it got dark and cold and I froze to death out there in the woods.

And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; who knew what was beyond that bend? There could have been bears there, or a swarm of mosquitos, or a friendly stranger with whom I’d be forced to make awkward casual conversation.

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Elizabeth Simone
Jane Austen’s Wastebasket

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