It embeds it’s host with self doubt. It replays scenarios of faults and mistakes. It bites down on the chest to make breathing feel shallow and forced. It paints pictures of what could happen and go wrong. It battles positive thinking and grounding techniques.
“Hello, Anxiety. I see you are back. It was just yesterday you visited. Why the return so soon? Did you leave something behind? Is there something you forgot to remind me of? What could it be? —-“
Spotting It can be difficult at first. It can trick its host into feeling excitement or anger. It confuses the host. Sometimes hours or days go by before the host realizes what is actually going on. Common antidotes used against It are Xanex and wine. Essential oils and melatonin. Tarot cards and meditation.
“—– It’s OK. I am a warrior. I have got this. Don’t worry, Anxiety. I will take care of us. You can be used for good and not torture. I know you don’t mean to cause me pain. You are trying to keep me protected. But you hurt me when I lose hours or days feeling fear and depression when we could feel joyful and happy. I could snuggle the girls and watch a movie instead of playing on TikTok or checking work emails. No No, that doesn’t make me a bad mother. Honestly. I love my daughters. You know this. Why do you make me think I don’t do a good job? —-“
It prefers it when the hosts eyes are closed. It likes to lay horizontally in a warm, cozy bed. It doesn’t appreciate all that the host does for It. The host is well fed, bathed and generally liked by others. Why does It not like the way the host lives?
“—- Anxiety, you are a guest. A guest who is not welcomed as often as you come. You are welcomed in times of need, like in times that I really can’t think of right now, but don’t worry. I know how to find you. I have your number. I think there is a few 6’s in it. You cannot show up unannounced this much. Preferably never but we know you can’t stay away. People don’t understand me clearly when you are here. They think I am brash and reactive. I can’t just say everything that pops into my head. You make it hard to concentrate. I have asked you as nice as you allow me to ask. Please go. I need a break from you. Things are going well and you are come by to stir the pot. Stop. Anxiety, I get that you are not one to sit on the sidelines and watch, but I am asking you to do so. I am trying to work with you without using a controller everyday but if I must, then I will. I am not ashamed of you, but I do not wish to befriend you. —-“
Deep breaths come to be involuntarily. As if the host was cleanings the lungs. Each inhale goes deeper. The hosts heart rate returns to normal. It begins to retreat. Whatever the one or combination of antidotes listed above worked, the host finds the feeling reliving. Even a bit silly they didn’t require It to leave sooner.
—-Goodbye, Anxiety. Until we meet again.
on your way to lala land 