Updated: Nov 27, 2020
You got up, and stood under the shower. You felt calm, until you thought of that thing you said months ago. You became vulnerable, and than, Anxiety the Wolf, smelled blood.
Anxiety: They probably held that against you.
You: I trust that they love me.
Anxiety: You have a good sense, remember? You know when somethings up.
You: Sometimes I am wrong, and I project onto others.
Anxiety: Emphasis on sometimes.
It read "seen." An email you sent, hasn't been responded to. Your counsellor told you that they see social media as a "demon." (silence) Anxiety: NO ONE LOVES YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU (silenc
Adrenaline pumps through you. Fight or flight. While you sit on a exercise ball, jumping up and down, while staring at a screen. Anxiety: I'm you. Fear: I'm you. Anxiety: You're me? Fear: You're me. A
He was typing, when he turned inward, and reflected. He: What if you're a good thing? Anxiety: The fuck? He: What if you keep my accountable? Anxiety: Sure? He: There needs to be a balance, cause you