A Letter To My Anxiety
It’s suffocating.
Your heart has a chain on it. Every hurried breath doesn’t dampen the onslaught. Overcome with a wave of crushing adrenaline. The feeling you feel when you’re running from 12 tigers beside the woman of your dreams, naked in a whirlpool of fire. Such a raw mix of forbidden emotions. Alone they’re fine. Together they are a formidable force.
You gasp for air. It leaves. As fast as it came. You can’t sustain it. You fall deeper into the sand. Deeper and deeper. There is no end in sight yet it feels like it is starting. Over and over again. That is what anxiety feels like. That is how it feels to me.
I wasn’t privy to this before, only believing I understood, that I could empathise. I do not even wish that on my worst enemy. It is truly disabling. Fighting through it sometimes feels pointless, like an ant trying to push over and elephant, futile at best. Yet I am here. I am breathing.
I have cried. I have suffered. Yet I endure.
I will not be broken. I might be losing today, I might even lose tomorrow but I will not only overcome you but I will own you. Every part of you is abstract to me now but I will devour you as you have my hopes and dreams. You will not have domain over my fears and worries.
This is a letter to my anxiety.
Fuck you and thank you for revealing to me another level of the awesomeness that is me to unlock.
I will not be stopped.
This is something I wrote to myself after experiencing 2 days or so of coming face to face with my anxiety.
I just want anyone and everyone to know that you may be alone but in your suffering you gain strength and wisdom.
Prevail.
Persevere.
Persist
And you will power through this.
Be Super
