Hello old friend, how have you been these past few weeks? No, you don’t even have to answer that question. I know how you’ve been these past few weeks. You’ve been awake. You’ve been raging inside wanting to get out. Wanting to let the world know that you’re still alive. Still alive inside of me. Over the past few weeks, you’ve made your voice known, and you made sure that people were around to hear it.
You and Depression make one hell of a team. But it’s you, Anxiety, that’s the worse of the two. It’s you who has always been in my ear, who has always whispered words saying “What if this happens?”, “What if you’re not good enough?”, “You should worry about this”. You’ve been doing that for the past 16 years of my life.
But no more.
No more will you silence my pleas for help. No more will you make me feel dread and worry. No more will you get my body in a tizzy and make me feel worthless; like I’m drowning.
No. More.
I’m going to get help. I’m going to silence you. To make you sleep. I know that there are some days that you might wake up and make yourself known. I know that. But still, I want to silence you as best I can. I’m GOING to silence you as best I can.
So Anxiety, are you scared? If you’re not, you should be. I’m going to be strong; and you CAN’T break me down. No matter how hard you try. I might crack under the weight of you from time to time, but I will never let you break me. Cracks can be fixed with glue you know. I’ll bounce back from you. I’ll fix up those cracks and keep going no matter what it takes.
No. More.