Dear Anxiety, Sometimes, late at night, when the world is quiet and my mind won’t stop spinning,I think about the person I was before you took over.The girl who laughed without second-guessing it.The woman who made plans without fear creeping…
Dear Anxiety, When I first started trying to heal, I thought it would be a straight line.I thought I’d hit milestones, check off boxes, and eventually leave you behind like a bad memory. But healing with you isn’t neat.It’s messy.It’s…
Dear Anxiety, For a long time, I thought the goal was to get rid of you completely.To silence you.To fight you into nonexistence. And maybe that’s still the dream —But I’m starting to realize something:Maybe healing doesn’t always mean making…
Dear Anxiety, You have stolen enough from me.Moments that should have been filled with laughter — you filled with fear.Milestones that should have felt like victories — you shadowed with doubt.Ordinary days that could have been peaceful — you twisted…
Dear Anxiety, Some days, no matter how hard I try, your voice is louder than anything else.You wrap your hands around my mind and squeeze until all I can hear is the worst-case scenario.You shout over the good things, drown…
Every day with anxiety feels different. Some days it whispers. Some days it screams.I’m writing these letters to speak back to it — to take my power back, one word at a time.Here’s today’s letter. Trigger Warning:This post discusses real…