Writing Elsewhere: “I Don’t Feel Safe.”


©2019 Amanda Johnson

The next evening, I called her to chat, and her spirits seemed better. She was cheerier, and I felt like maybe our plan was going to work. My husband and I went out for a bite to eat and figured we could relax a little bit.

But at 9:30, I got another tearful phone call, and this one was scary.

“I can’t do this! I have to go home!” she sobbed.

I was suddenly on high alert. “I thought it was better today. What’s happening?”

Apparently, the day went by smoothly with plenty to do, but as evening approached her mood dropped and her anxiety got a really good hold on her. She was spinning mentally and couldn’t stop.


“Where are you right now?”

“I’m at the Grotto. I left my dorm. Mom, I can’t do this. I don’t feel safe.”

I don’t feel safe.

With that one sentence, I knew this wasn’t just anxiety ramping up. This was something new to me.

Read the rest at CatholicMom.com.

©2019 Christine Johnson and Amanda Johnson

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