It seems like days and weeks pass by without you rearing your ugly head to make me endure one of the most debilitating moments in my life.
But then as quickly as you come, you disappear, with a tear stricken face in its wake and a set of lungs gasping, just begging for air.
And eventually, you grant me that wish. I regain my usual breathing and my tear stricken face turns to red, puffy eyes that tell a story of true pain and anguish.
But then when things seem to be going to plan and I feel as though I'm in control once again, you come back and debilitate me once more.
As a confident girl, who has the world as her oyster, having anxiety causes so much stress and strain, that living a normal life becomes hard during the easiest of times.
And there are always those people who just don't ever understand when you decide to come at me, guns blazing, with your heavy ammo laying directly on my chest.
I sit back and remember the simple times, the ones without the attacks, the worry, and the anxiety. I sit back and wish that I could return to those times... But they never come.
But best be sure that if anything is going to come, it will be you at the most random, unexpected, unwanted, unwarranted and completely worst time that you could possibly choose.
So when you come, I sit there, sobbing, body shaking, gasping desperately for air as you fuck me up, once again.
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