Where is the Checkered Flag?

Her head seemed to be spinning in circles with how fast she was thinking.

Her mind in a constant cycle of telling herself what she's thinking isn't true and beginning to believe it.

Her thoughts raced and rolled over hills, massive hills of worry and confusion.

Stumbling over repressed memories of past hurts and hardships

Tripping face first over the fact that there were no absolute truth to her thoughts.

Her heart sped like it was in first place in the race of a lifetime.

Her hands shook like she hadn't eaten in days.

Her eyes quickly dart around the room like she's guilty of something.

She prays for the race in her head to stop.

Where's the black and white checkered flag when you need it?

She knew there would be no medal at the end of this race.

There is no charity or sponsorship for this race.

There is no one is becoming aware from it, no cure, no money raised.

She screams internally at her self.

Her mind only sees it as a cheer squad encouraging her to continue the race.

Where's the damn checkered flag when you need it?