Potential

Potential and all the things that get in the way

The potential had was exponential, but therapy notes marked "confidential" made clear the deferential disposition.

 

The anxiety that came from the expectations weighed a ton and none could make it go away.

withering and wilting with fear no use weathering the storm; you hid and learned to put your sorrows in a locked box. 

A box in a dark room that you don't often find yourself in, beaten down by this life and all the ones before it; you chose to ignore it. 

Trying to remember the mistakes leaves you trembling; hardly resembling who and what you were before. 

The way you coped with your anxiety had no room for sobriety. They could not have fucked with your head all that bad, after all it was only psychiatry.