Stress and Anxiety

She didn’t know how to feel about it, not at all, and most of the emotions she did feel were not at all familiar in the slightest. She recognized attraction very well, intrigue, confusion, and curiosity to name a few but that’s it. It is obvious (at least to her it is) that he is stupidly wealthy, and it made her comparably self-conscious of her second-hand, donated clothing. So, much so that she looked away to focus on her twisting, wringing fingers to keep from having a public meltdown.

“Your order will be ready in a bit hon.” Came Sally’s soft, warm voice as she gently squeezed her shoulder before walking away.

She sighed and dropped her head to the table feeling the effects of restless nights, stress-induced migraines, and depression rest heavily on her very soul. The very thought of even staying in this Godforsaken town is enough to intensify the need for a public meltdown. “God, what an embarrassing thought.”