I never write about my anxiety because my anxiety is private
It is mine and only mine
At night we lay together and he tells me all the things I should be scared of
He makes little things into big things and then I can’t stop thinking
I think so much my head hurts
And now I can’t breathe
He’s choking me
Anxiety became my lover when I was 15
I don’t know how we met but he’s never left me
He’s faithful
I tried to get rid of him once
My doctor gave me pills
Slowly he left me but then his friend showed up
Depression was worse than Anxiety
Anxiety would lay with me
Depression wouldn’t let me get out of bed
Anxiety would make little things into big things
Depression made everything into nothing
I wanted neither
But if I had to choose I wanted Anxiety
I stopped taking the pills
He was mad I tried to leave him
He was showing up all the time now
He wouldn’t let me see my friends
I couldn’t go to my classes
He didn’t want me talking to anyone
I’m sure of one thing
He will never leave me
And he hasn’t
