Finding my Anxiety

I don’t know when my anxiety started, but if I had to guess it was the day I lost my charm bracelet.

It was bothering me during a middle-school test, and I shoved it into my pocket. Days later, my mother asked where it was; why wasn’t I wearing something she gave me, that I was supposed to treasure and cherish and never take off no matter how much it was bothering me?

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