Screw you anxiety.
I absolutely hate you.
I hate the way you make me feel. I hate the control you continuously exert over me. I hate that I don’t know what causes you to spontaneously appear and hit me where it hurts.
I hate that I can’t be rid of you.
But I won’t let you destroy me.
Even on my most awful of days, when I’m my most vulnerable, I’ll still be ready to fight you.
I’d say give me your worst, but you already do.
I’ve been a victim of your torment for way too long. I won’t succumb to it anymore.
When my throat closes up, my mind floods with worry, and my knuckles turn white from clenching my fists so hard, I won’t falter.
I won’t back down, I won’t retreat. No white flags here.
This has always been Me vs. You. And I will come out on top.
Because you know what? I’m still standing.
You’ve torn me down, ripped the floor out from under me, and paralyzed me.
But I made it through everything.
I’m stronger every day because of it. One day, I’ll kick your ass completely, I swear it.
And until I do, screw you.