If you don’t understand anxiety, close this post.
If you don’t understand anxiety, but you want to, I’ll introduce you. If you understand, I understand.
Hi, I’m anxiety. I’m the jittery one. The one that makes you tremble and fumble your words. The one that sends you flushed when all you do is try to make a witty comment and try to seem totally chilled and funny. And then, I’m the one that tells you how silly it was for saying that witty comment. Was it funny? Did they like it? They laughed, well thats good. I think.. But, maybe it was a sympathetic laugh…I don’t know…
I’m the one that tells you you’re not good enough, you suck at what you do and nobody actually likes the work you create.
I’m the one that joined you when you went to the ocean that day. You watched your friend jump freely into the sea, like a mermaid; carefree without a second thought. I was there when you wanted to be carefree too, but I didn’t let you.