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The smoke burned my nose and eyes as I sat barefoot on the small alleyway behind our house. I was shaking, my small hands clenched together in fear as my mother stared at me, eyes filled with a concoction of emotions. She sat with her back up against the front of the red minivan as she started on another cigarette. As she flicked away the glowing embers, I noticed her hands were also trembling. I think about moments before. My mother had burst into my bedroom, I witnessed a side of her I had never seen before she began screeching about how she didn't want me anymore. How much trouble I had caused her and that she was bringing me back to my father's house. To cast me from her life forever. I could feel my heart crumbling in upon itself and before I realized what was happening I flew down the stairs and out the door. I had no inkling about where I was going, especially without any shoes. Yet, I raced down the block, my phone in hand poised to call anyone that could be of aid, my heart was pounding and my face streaked with tears. Around the corner, I saw mother whisking the minivan down the street approaching me. I panicked hoping for the opportunity to flee or hide. I did neither. Instead, stood frozen in the middle of some stranger's yard. She took the corner hard and I heard the distinct screech of the tires as Mom stopped the van next to the curb getting out of the car. She rushed towards me in a flurry of hatred, gripping my arms, pulling me towards the van violently. My body was racked with sobs as I mustered the strength to try and resist her grip when she finally pushed me into the car, I could do nothing but wail in the back seat. We drove off, stopping in the parking lot of a run down drug store. My mind was ablaze with the understanding that my own mother wanted to be rid of me, relinquishing me to my father, never to see my siblings again. My mother doesn't want me and that she might have finally lost it. My mother doesn't want me. My mother doesn't want me. It played over and over again and soon I began to say these words aloud. Could she really discard of me easily? Had our relationship had always been shallow, strictly on the surface? What I did know was the there was no going back to a normal "mother and daughter" relationship. Maybe a new barrier that could never be broken down. Coming back from the store, I was jerked from my thoughts when mom opened up the car door and a new package of cigarettes. Lighting her cancer stick she sat, dragging in her calming poison and I began to scream. Telling her that if she left me I would never want to come back, but she remained silent. I never stopped crying for a second to tell her how terrified I actually was. The panic that she was going to bring me back to my father's house. To the place where I would have to explain why I had no shoes, why I couldn't stop blubbering, why I would never see my mother again. For several minutes we sat there in the weed-infested parking lot. Her cigarette smoke was beginning to infecting the air outside of the van. And without even so much as a glance over the shoulder at me, she began driving back towards the yellow house. I was taken aback when she turned into the driveway and put the car in park. Still shocked that she actually brought me back to the house I had no idea what to do. I got out of the van, through the still wide open door and up the stairs to my room. There I sat on the bed, my arms wrapped around my legs as I began to shiver. I rocked myself back and forth to sooth the emotions that stirred within me. Minutes passed when suddenly I heard the sounds of footsteps on the stairs. I knew it was mother, but that didn't stop me from flinches at every step she took in my direction. She told me to come outside with her, and I did. There we were. I listened to her sorry attempt to apologize, her explanation about the contents of a letter. A letter that told her of the amounts of money she had to pay to my father; a child support bill that drove her to near madness. But to me, I saw it as where my mother would rather choose money over her own child. To her, it was the thing that induced overwhelming emotion that took control and made her execute such rash actions. Could we ever go back to where we had been in our relationship? Of course, things never meant to be said, but maybe they were things that had always been thought. I said nothing but remained stationary, sitting on the ground. My feet raw from running, the dry dead grass scratching at the bottom of my thighs. Attempting to understand her position and reasoning. After she stopped she asked me: “Could you ever forgive me?” my mother voice shook violently on the verge of tears. My eyes were dry, my body drained, my soul empty. I embraced her and said nothing, worrying whether or not the end of the cigarette in her hand was going to burn me.

Today, we care about likes and comments more than we care about our health and safety. Now, don't get me wrong. Social media is the very reason that I am able to talk to you right now. I always thought it was a blessing until I discovered the dark side of it. I used to be an extremely good student in class but it didn't last long. My parents were always happy with the grades I got. One day they decided to gift me a tablet and that's when things changed. It was the day that I lost my true identity. I was simply not myself anymore. In the beginning, I used to play a game or two which slowly turned into an hour or two. My creativity and passion was replaced with chatting and surfing. It went on until the point that I used to spend almost 14 to 18 hours in a day and sometimes it used to go upto 20 hours as well. Yes, I was an addict. My parents tried everything to help me break free from the chains of digital addiction including counselling but nothing worked. The only result was that I turned more aggressive and anxious. It wasn't until last year that I confronted reality. I was chatting on my phone while crossing the street when I met an accident and from then on everything changed in my life. I couldn't walk or eat on my own anymore. I needed help for almost everything. That single moment turned my life around. This is not just my story but every one of us who is on their phone while driving, eating or crossing the street. Our phones have become an extended part of our lives and we all are tied in the chains of social media. We all can stop this before it gets worse. These are my tips from my experience: 1. Track your usage. 2. Use your phone with a purpose. 3. Set aside time for journaling, mediation and exercise. 4. Make time for yourself and your passion. 5. Make time for face-to-face interactions. 6. Be present and live in the moment. SOCIAL MEDIA CAN BE A BLESSING OR A CURSE, THE CHOICE IS YOURS!

Sometimes I wonder why I'm here, what my purpose is. I'm sure everybody gets these thoughts now and then, perhaps after making a monumental mistake or a gut-churning sacrifice which wasn't worth it. I like to think it's a natural thought to have sparingly, a reminder that there is always that one costly way out- Something which I personally take great comfort in. I think it ties in with a fear of failure or the dread of having to continue swimming through the darkness which suffocates my lungs and gurgles in my oesophagus. They hit me when I'm under the ocean, being dragged through the relentless currents. Keeping me up at night, cruel yet gently, they're an endless mirage of pounding hurdles which smack against the insides of my mind, telling me that it isn't worth it- They scream in an orchestra of falling angels through the white noise. Perhaps it isn't like this for anyone, perhaps some of you can ignore the trickling stream which flows through your mind. But for some of us, those of us who awake to exhaustion, no matter how much sleep they get- It's a bit more complicated than that. “Just one cut, that's all it would take.” “Why don't you drink the bottle? See what it does.” “You think the gas would suffocate you?” “Put your hand on the flame, watch it dance.” Some of you probably find those thoughts disturbing, some of you probably think I should receive help, some of you are probably even wondering why I don't just do it then if it bothers me so much. Well, let me explain then. Throughout my life, I haven't been the happiest camper. Growing up, my childhood was quite difficult, hence why my problems sprouted into bitter aconite from there- The poison thick and deadly in my daily life. With an alcoholic father who couldn't see until it was the end of a bottle and a depressed mother… You could say that it is no surprise that I have developed a pick and mix bag filled with issues. They weren't the best role models out there, social-services were involved more than once. What made them different, however, was that my mum tried- Does try. She tries her hardest to be both guardians at once, with her broken wings and rusted halo. She does what she can with what she has, even if it isn't much. Despite everything which has happened to us, the deaths and illnesses which has knocked on our door, she remains strong for us. Every morning, she gets up to make us our breakfast. Every evening, she makes the kids their supper and then sends them to bed- But, every so often, when she's left alone with her corruptive thoughts which decay her mind- She cries. She cries and she cries until hiccupping breaths are the only things which escape through her clenched teeth. Her eyebrows flatten, her eyes die in a new life, and she's left bottomless, without a goal in sight. It kills me to see it, rips open my insides and pulls my heart from my chest to feast on it with sharp teeth- But there's nothing I can do to help her because I understand. As she sobs over her wine bottle, tears creating angry, red rivers down her face- I understand. I understand more than I would even like to. Therefore, I never enter, never show her that I've seen her sobbing. This is her time to grieve, her time to mourn the potential that she lost, the boyfriends which she has loved and the family which she has raised and failed. So, when you ask why I don't just go through with it, why I don't just bring a knife to my throat and bleed out into the carpet- Let me tell you why. It is because of this beautifully ruined woman that I don't go through with those thoughts. She isn't my rock, my foundation. In fact, she's far from that. If anything, she's an old, dilapidated house, just waiting for that one rush of wind which will cause all her structure to collapse. Her mask is the peeling wallpaper, her mind the abandoned attic which no one bothers to visit- However, she is my mother. She is my wonderful, kind, sacrificing mother, and I refuse to put that on her delicate shoulders. She is the person who noticed my severe weight loss and took me to the doctors. She is the one who noticed the deep, gorged outlines of scarlet which skewered their way through my veins. She is the only person who noticed how far my mental state had deteriorated, leaving but a lonely, empty husk of the daughter she once you. She is the one who has had to watch her daughter lose herself every day, with red-rimmed eyes and hollowed cheeks- So, that's why I remain. I may serve no purpose. My existence may be completely pointless and short- But there is one person in this entire world who cares for me, who gives me the courage to live through another day. She gives me the bravery to feel little moments of happiness, despite how haunting they may be- And that's all I could ever ask for.

I started teaching ESL when I was eighteen years old at a private elementary and secondary school. It wasn't a decision I would have made if it wasn't for my dire need to pay rent in South America during a stay there for familial matters. Even so, after having completed the elective year, I decided that teaching was something I wanted to make into a career aside from my writing. It all stems from one source - my passion for the English language. However, I never thought for one second that teaching would be something I'd be able to pursue with my anxiety. Whenever a student's English comprehension and communicative skills would improve, I would be overwhelmed by this rewarding feeling. They were another step closer to their goal, whatever their circumstance may be, and I was closer to mine. Yet, the process was nerve-wracking for me. I would spend hours looking up material for the curriculum - no material would ever be enough for the students, as time-consuming as required for an hour class, as well-developed as my peers'. I would tremble when meeting a new student and worried about whether or not I was able to hide it from everyone. I felt alone, guilty for dreading another class in the upcoming week, loathing myself for not being happy even though, in my subconscious, I knew that I was. I just needed reassurance so I took to Google, but instead of finding a community that would support me, my emotions of paranoia intensified. Most forums were of teachers who had made the difficult decision of quitting their jobs in an effort to reach their own happiness and to find their peace of mind. Other stories told of teachers who underwent intensive therapy sessions and who were prescribed medication to help them function "normally" in the classroom. I was made vulnerable by reading these stories, my unspoken fear concretizing into my reality from the dimly lit computer screen in my room. I went into a panic, crying and immediately shutting down the computer afterward. I called my significant other as soon as I was safe under the warm confinements of my blankets and told him about how I was being forced to quit my job. His answer was simple. "If you quit your job, I will support you and help you find another one that you'll love. If you don't, I will support you in every moment of anxiety you may have." I spent the following days thinking of how to write my resignation letter to the ESL company I worked for in the evenings. I was unsuccessful in hiding my streams of nervousness from my coworkers, who can obviously sense my unease from stutters and a flushed face so it wouldn't come as a surprise to them, would it? The following week, after nights sleeping on the stress, I was numb to the worry and better able to think about my current situation. I was soon to be moving out and needed the monetary means to support myself, developing content and teaching was a trade I was familiar with, and I had already grown somewhat comfortable in the work environment I was in. I called my significant other and told him of my decision to stay and we began to have weekly at-home dates where we would sit on the bed together watching movies and comedy shows, cuddling with my dogs, and going over the material I had planned for the week, and I opened myself up to insecurities I thought too annoying and redundant to speak to him about. Gradually, I regained my confidence and my work ethic grounded into patterns that made classes easy to manage. From the early mornings I would listen to motivational speakers on YouTube, I learned how to give myself the daily affirmations I needed and soon enough, I believed them. You are stronger than your paranoia, stronger than your anxiety, or any mental incapacity that you may have. I don't use the word "may" to undermine the very real effects of this illness, but to remind everyone reading this not to make this part of their life into a monster you cannot defeat or an insurmountable mountain that you cannot conquer. The mind is a powerful thing and our bodies are quick to recognize habits. It's okay to take time for yourself and it's okay to ask others for help. Learning to construct a bridge between my anxiety and my career is one that I learned how to after months of trial and error. It's something I am still constructing now with much trial and error, but the important thing is to keep moving, especially when uncertain because either way, you will be progressing forward and answers will begin to crystallize in front of you so that you may be able to obtain equilibrium between the most important parts of your life.