And there are days that my anxiety chokes me, holds me down, and drowns me in its poison. I end up inhaling every bit of its toxicity, and swallow all of the suffering that comes with it.
I feel ashamed. So damn ashamed of what it can do to me…. and I can’t control it. It throws itself over me like a blanket. It bundles me inside a cold, dark, and empty embrace.
I feel helpless to it, and I fear it won’t get better at times. When I finally pull myself from its deadly grasp, there will be no victorious shouts of triumph. No applause for fighting against an enemy that was born within yourself.
Don’t worry love… Don’t cry for too long. You’ll be okay, and you’ll breathe again. Just remember at the end of this fight…
You’ll breathe again.