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When Anxiety Fucks With You.

When you have anxiety, you think everyone is going to leave.

Your best friend. Your boyfriend. Your family (if they had a choice.) 

Because this thing you didn’t choose is trying to convince you that all of who you are is defined by one word. Anxiety.

It’s one wrong text message.

One tone you didn’t even mean to speak in.

Another night out of things you only half remember, with a help of a drink too many.

One conversation you wonder if you told too much.

It’s a text unanswered that sends your mind wandering.

And a call that goes right to voicemail.

It’s a second text to clarify.

Just hoping they will answer.

Even though you know you should have waited.

It’s looking at your best friend of a decade plus and doubting them. 

Not for anything they did, but for something you haven’t even done yet.

Self-doubt. Questioning. Analyzing. Overthinking.

It’s the waiting for people to leave. 

It’s ruining something before it even begins.

It’s goodbye without the word that becomes an expectation.

It’s the nights that keep you up tossing and turning.

It’s not hearing from someone for a while and thinking they are mad.

Even though realistically, they have no reason to be.

It’s an apology you don’t have to say, yet you feel you need to.

Just to ease your mind.

People ask about enemies and the only one you’ve known, is yourself.

Trapped inside your mind that keeps you, prisoner.

Pushing people away, that you want to stay.

But you don’t want to burden or bother them with a problem that’s your own.

It’s the want and need, to just hear words that “it’s okay.”

That confidence boost that will shift everything.

You feel guilty even asking.

But you want to just hear that they won’t go.

Because when your mind plays tricks on you and tells you, everyone you care about, will leave you and you don’t want to believe it.

But part of you does.

You didn’t choose this, so why would anyone want to choose you?

That’s the voice you hear on repeat. 

And you don’t want to come across as clingy, but you care.

You care too much and think too little.

You love too hard, but everything about you is soft.

You try to overcompensate, just to give them a reason to stay.

But what you don’t believe is, they are choosing to be here because they want to be.

Because you aren’t as bad, intolerable, and unlovable as you think you are.

Anxiety is just trying to trick you into believing you are all these things.

But if you look around for just a moment, you’ll realize the people who matter, haven’t gone anywhere.

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