An Open Letter To Anxiety

Time: Now

Location: Here

Dear Anxiety,


Last Time:


I know we spoke recently but I wanted to get in touch about our relationship and let you know about some changes that have happened.


Our last interaction ended badly.


For me at least, I’m not sure how it left you feeling.


I know I shouldn’t have shouted and told you to fuck off.


It’s just I didn’t want your opinion again, you kept handing me things when my arms were by my side and my hands were closed.


I am trying to be more present, everything you do is more future based.

You keep pulling me away from what I want.