You groaned in frustration as you couldn’t even think of something to paint nor having the slightest bit of motivation to do so.

It’s happening again. Your anxiety is kicking again and you could feel your muscles tensing and your mimd is going crazy. You tried to do breathing exercises but stopped midway as a hand nudged your side lightly.

“Wanna have a smoke?” Geto asked as he knew when my anxiety is kicking.