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That Was When People Started to Worry: Windows into Unwell Minds Hardcover – July 10, 2018
"Rebound" by Kwame Alexander
Don't miss best-selling author Kwame Alexander's "Rebound," a new companion novel to his Newbery Award-winner, "The Crossover," illustrated with striking graphic novel panels. Learn more
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About the Author
Nancy Tucker is currently reading Experimental Psychology at the University of Oxford, after working as a nanny, classroom assistant and finally an assistant psychologist in an NHS mental health service. Eventually, she hopes to train as a clinical psychologist. Her first book with Icon, The Time in Between: A Memoir of Hunger and Hope, was called 'stylish and incisive' by the Guardian, and was praised by Jacqueline Wilson, Psychologist and MIND.
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No one else makes mistakes. Why am I so useless? I can’t admit what I’ve done. Everyone will hate me. I have to escape.
It was 4.45pm and I wasn’t supposed to leave until 5.30, but suddenly I was hot, too hot to think, too hot to breathe, and I thought I might be sick and – If I’m sick in the office I’ll never be able to go back. Everyone will know how disgusting I am.
Everyone will hate me. The neon red sign was illuminated in the front of my skull – ‘ESCAPE! ESCAPE! ESCAPE!’ So I turned off my computer without saving my work and grabbed my bagfrom underneath the desk, and when I passed Ruth’s desk she muttered, ‘Off early again, Freya?’
See? She already hates me. She already thinks I’m a slacker.
When I pushed open the glass doors of the building and sucked in grimy city air I felt light-headed with relief. In that moment, it didn’t matter that I had left early for the second time that week, or that my shoes had clip-clopped across the floor to a backdrop of tuts and sighs. All that mattered was that I had escaped, because if I hadn’t escaped then – ‘Nothing untoward would have happened. It’s only a feeling. It’s only anxiety. Anxiety builds and then diminishes. It doesn’t last forever.’
– I would have died. The walls would have closed in and my heart would have exploded from my chest and I would have expired, and it would have been noisy and messy and inelegant, and worse than the dying – far, far worse than the dying – would have been that everyone would have hated me. They would have hated me for the noise and the mess and the inelegance, and the inability – even in death – to do anything – ANYTHING – right.
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