Personal Narrative: Digging At A Small Town Middle School

Tears fell while hiding in the bathroom stall at a small town middle school. Fear and anxiety were two objects in life that I could never get a grasp of. They controlled every aspect of who I was. These emotions determined when I would talk to my best friend or when I would eat. I had no control of myself once any thought of worries entered my head.
Mornings started for me when the stars were still filling the sky. I woke with the idea that the homework from the previous night was not done. Even though I flipped through every page twice after I finished. My mind wouldn’t rest until I was for sure it was all done and correct. I would sneak out of my room, making sure my parents door was closed so they couldn’t hear me. The grey carpet concealed any noise my feet would make. Upon reaching the wooden desk where my green bookbag lied, I would cautiously open the zipper and look over my homework. This routine lead to many sleepless hours, but was not the worst of my anxiety. Waiting for the bus every morning was a battle. Struggling to hold back the tears, my mind would be filled with paranoia as the bus would slow to a creep at the end of my gravel driveway. The doors would open with a noticeable screech. My chariot to my own personalized gallows. Surrounded by my friends, I could still not put a smile on my face,
I still do not have an explanation as to why it ended, but I grew more confident. I realized the pain that fear and worry could bring to someone. My only fear now is that what if I were to return to that state of mind. I keep a positive outlook at my own capabilities. Whether they be excelling or failing I accept what is to come with life. I still feel the everyday stress as a student in the world, but I no longer let it determine what kind of person I am. I was the little boy that could be found crying in the back stall of a middle school, who let fear control his life, but now I am able to control my own