MeganRose

Dear Anxiety

Dear Anxiety,

I cannot tell if I hate you or if I am in love with you.

You take all control out of my own hands. You make the entirety of me race; my heart, my blood, my mind, my breath.

You break me. But you also make me whole; you make me successful.

Just when I think I am doing okay at life, you remind me on how it is not good enough.

I must do more. I must strive for more. I must be more.

You debilitate me and motivate me all in the same instance. 

You make me frozen and on fire all at the same time; it is breathtakingly beautiful really.

My mind is going a million miles an hour, I am screaming within my soul, my heart is beating out of my chest, my blood is exploding through my veins, my breath escalates into hyperventilation.... but I am frozen and cannot move.

Dear Anxiety,

I cannot tell if I hate you  or if I am in love with you. 

It is all the same really.

-Megan

Comments1

  • Gary Edward Geraci

    Nice first write Megan. You write well of the crippling horrors of that dreaded beast better known as anxiety. Many will identify with the catalogue of symptoms that you have so carefully managed to wrought and wrestled out of this horrendous fraud and privation of the good, the good that we are each destined for. Let's point those whom are overwhelmed with it all to NAMI. Great job.



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