Oh, how that word seems to make everyone uncomfortable. Some people fight a continuous battle with it. Some don’t understand it. Others seem to question its entire existence. So, what is anxiety to me?
Anxiety is the weight upon my chest. The hand that covers my mouth when my heart tells me to speak up. It’s the grip upon my lungs when my world is crashing down.
It’s the dark, twisted creature inside my mind that holds me back from being who I truly am. Anxiety is the voice in my head telling me that nobody likes me…it’s all my fault…I will never amount to anything…I will never be good enough…nobody will ever love me.