Anxiety is a monster that likes to come and go. It’ll rise from the darkness and turn into the tightening in your chest.
You’ll find every word will be swallowed by it. Every thought will be manipulated. You’ll forget what you need to do.
You won’t be able to move or breathe, forget thinking clearly. It will swallow everything you are, and you won’t know how to escape.
It’ll send you into a frenzy where your mind and body begin to tremble, the sheer terror will run through your veins. Forget being calm and collected, it will take over.
It’ll set itself in you and unsettled you will be, forever and always engulfed by anxiety. There seems to be no absolution in resolving it.
Except when I remember to just breathe. I acknowledge what causes it in the first place and I respect its space but at a time when it tries to consume my peace, I must say not this time. This time, I hold space for me.
Esoteric Realms 