A letter to anxiety
I hope my words finds you well, or at least, in a state where you're open to hearing from me.
You and I have had quite a relationship, haven't we?
Anxiety and I, my story.
I would wake up either feeling physically paralysed or utterly jittery, hands shaking from the bones, heart pounding fast, knocking on my chest screaming to make it stop.
And that, will be my days, Until, I found another way…