An open letter to my anxiety

Dear Anxiety,

I don’t resent you, but I want you to know you have pitiful timing.

At the start of the most important four years of my life, you waltzed into my life. At 18 years old, you entered and threw everything I knew upside down. You weren’t even slick about it, you just came crashing in. And for a while, not going to lie, you had me beat.

In a room full of people, you made me feel alone. In a life full of happiness, you made me feel sadness. You ran my tear ducts dry and you plastered a counterfeit smile on my face for the past two years.

Your countless efforts to flood my brain with useless thoughts never failed and I applaud you for your persistent attempts at ruining my day.

Your constant need to stay in bed and not trek across campus wins every time. Your obsession with staying under the covers and avoiding all responsibilities is impressive.

Your need for attention is absurd. No matter how hard I try forget about you, you’re always right there.

But I want you to know something, Anxiety. I don’t resent you. I’ll admit you’ve made it hard, but I’ve learned from you. You have taught me so much about myself. See, that’s the thing about you Anxiety — you can be conquered. You’re not as strong as you think, and I want you to know I am stronger than you. You’ve played with my emotions, my thoughts, and my heart, but you can’t hurt me anymore.

You thought you had me, didn’t you? Well, me too. But when you’re not fogging my reality, I see everything as it really is. And in reality, I am blessed.

Although others will never understand you, I do. I understand that I have to live with you and all your flaws.

But I also understand that you have made me into the person I am today and for that, I don’t resent you.

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