Sitting there I feel you creeping up on me, just like old times. Slowly then all at once so fast, so fast I can’t even grasp my own breath. My head shoots straight into panic mode, where do I hide? Who do I tell? How do I make you stop? The jitters wont stop and soon the tears don’t either. Why are you back? I didn’t give you permission to haunt me again like this. This time will be different, it has to be. You won’t ruin this for me, you won’t take my breath, you won’t take my thoughts. I won’t let you. So I hop in the shower and you slow down, the jitters slow but I can still feel them and I can still feel you in my head. But soon, I will destroy you.

Anxiety.

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