Anxiety is a myth to those who do not suffer from it. It is the silent ghost haunting the dreams of those who do not know who to turn off their thoughts. When the dark nights turn lonely and the conversations turn stale anxiety is there to whisper in the ears of the worrisome. Anxiety is the reason she has not eaten in three days. Anxiety is the reason she will never be able to have a conversation with anyone because she is afraid they will judge her or she will annoy them. Anxiety is writing this and being terrified of whey people will think. She sits at the end of the hallway with people she has known for years, wondering why they're staring at her, why they hate her, why they won't talk to her. Anxiety is the reason she never gets close to anyone. Anxiety is the reason she cannot have a healthy relationship.
Anxiety is said to be loves greatest killer. It is laying in bed waiting for a text message for hours. It is coming up with so many situations in one's head during those five hours that one feels physically sick. It is being unable to text the person out of fear that you will annoy them. It is re-reading the text message over and over wondering what it means. It is asking ten people what to reply and then simply not replying for hours out of fear. It is never believing the person who tells you they love you over and over and over again. It is thinking that everything is a lie. Anxiety is drowning in an invisible ocean.
