B-2

sketchfab

It was a dark and stormy night, and I was feeling particularly anxious. The wind howled through the trees like a chorus of banshees, causing my nerves to fray even further. I paced back and forth across my small apartment, trying to calm myself down but unable to shake off the sense of impending doom that had been growing inside me for weeks. As I walked, I couldn't help but think about all the things that could go wrong in life. What if I lost my job? What if I got sick? What if something terrible happened to someone I loved? The possibilities seemed endless and terrifying, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of anxiety. Just then, I heard a knock at the door. It was my best friend, Sarah, who had come over to check on me after hearing about the storm outside. She found me pacing back and forth across the room, looking pale and worried. "What's wrong?" she asked, concern etched on her face. "I'm just feeling really anxious," I replied, trying to play it down but unable to hide the truth. Sarah nodded sympathetically. "You're not alone," she said. "We all feel that way sometimes. Let me get you a cup of tea and we'll talk about it." I hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. Maybe talking about my fears would help me feel better. And so, I sat down with Sarah on the couch, sipping my tea and trying to explain just how scared I was. As we talked, something shifted inside of me. My anxiety began to lift, replaced by a sense of peace and calm that I hadn't felt in weeks. It was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I could finally breathe again. Sarah smiled at me, seeing the change in my expression. "I'm glad you're feeling better," she said. I nodded, feeling grateful for her support and understanding. Sometimes, all it takes is someone to listen to make everything okay again.