Dear anxiety,
You suck. Actually, that’s an understatement. You crawl into my stomach, enter my traces, question my feelings and nit pick through my thoughts. You create a swirl of constant worry, with the burden of never being able to break through.
You make me wake up with tears in my eye, a ton of contemplations, a ball in my throat and tensions in my joints. You enter my life in unexpected ways. I try to push you out, breath through the pain and shake you from my veins.
I don’t know why you have entered my life. You have no reason to be here. When I’m in class, you question my knowledge. When I’m at a party, you question my confidence. When I’m at work, you question my abilities. When I’m asleep, you question my reality.
For a while I thought you would never leave. Your lingering unwanted order would forever be apart of my existence. Your capability to silence my voice has done too much damage. With every step I take, I try and stomp away a bit of your being. I will no longer let you be the dominant figure in my life. I will live the life I have without having you by my side. It may take a while, but you are no longer welcome.