I'm starting to wonder if it will ever go away.
My thoughts are a perfect circle, from one morbid thought to the next and back again, with unwarranted outward optimism to cover them up. I don't know who my smile is fooling, but it isn't me.
Feels like my body is screaming, crawling, trying to escape the one thing it's afraid of - being trapped inside itself. I feel claustrophobic inside my own skin.
I want to cry so badly, but I'm afraid that if I do I'll be admitting to my own fears.
Go away, Anxiety. You're destroying my potential.
I can't do what I want to do.
You're stealing my time. This is MY time. You're a thief and a liar. Most people haven't met you face to face, but I see you everyday. You hide from the discerning, and you weaken the strongest knees.
I hate you. I hate you with everything that I am, but I can't seem to win a battle against you.
Imagine being with your greatest enemy face to face everyday, with no chance of rest, no sign of peace.
Imagine then, your enemy is stealing the most precious things you have, and you will never get them back.
Imagine then, that this enemy lives within you.
...what then, would you do?