I'm on a Boat
I’m on a boat.
I’m 7.
I remember boats can capsize.
I begin to doubt the integrity of this boat.
I panic.
I’m in a car.
I’m 12.
I drive past an American flag and remember war is happening somewhere in the world.
I begin to wonder when war will come to America.
I panic.
I’m in a classroom.
I’m 16.
I realize I’m a direct shot from the window.
I begin to wonder when an active shooter will arrive to kill me.
I panic.
I’m on a bike.
I’m 21.
An ambulance drives past me.
I begin to wonder when a car will hit me.
I panic.
I’m in an office.
I’m 22.
My therapist explains how my thoughts are atypical.
I begin to recognize my problematic thoughts.
I’m surprised.
I’m at my doctor.
I’m 22.
I explain what my therapist has told me about my thoughts.
I begin to take medication.
I hope.
I’m on a couch.
I’m 22.
I’m too depressed to get up and eat.
I call my doctor and they adjust my medication.
I try again.
I’m on a boat.
I’m 23.
I enjoy my time with the ones I love.
I realize I haven’t had a single thought about the boat capsizing.
I relax.