Dear Anxiety.

 

   Dear Anxiety, look, I know we've been together for a couple years now, and you're invested in this relationship, but I think we need to talk. See, I don't think this is working out. Whenever you get upset about something, I try to talk to you and calm you down, but you're stubborn and hard to talk to. You make a big deal over my mistakes, you make me second guess myself, and you never let me be at peace. You'll be gone for weeks, then suddenly, you're back without warning. How can I be with you when you're only around to remind me of my fear? Frankly, you make me feel sick. When you're around, it makes my stomach feel upset. Sometimes it feels hard to breathe or do the easiest task when you're looking over my shoulder. Also, I don't like your friend, Depression. He's so entitled! He acts like he owns my whole outlook in life. He makes everything seem gloomy and worthless. He makes me believe that you're going to be my steady companion in life, and that I shouldn't fight it, because you're the only one that cares enough to tell me about my mistakes and failures. Well, I have two words for you and your buddy. Get. Out. You're not welcomed here anymore. You've overstepped your bounds, and caused me many a day filled with sadness. See, I've found someone. He's kind, he forgives, he's compassionate, and he loves me. He said he'd give his life for me, and he did! He's not going to abuse me like you did, or drag me down like you and Depression. So, pack your bags and leave. We're through. Now that I've found what love feels like, I can't go back into your arms.

   Oh, and Anxiety? My new man's a king.

~Promise