Hey, you. Yeah, you, that's right. Remember me? C'mon don't tell me you've already forgotten my name. Should I start you off? My name is...No it's not Slim Shady. I'm way more in your face. MY name is Anxiety and let me tell you right now, I am a raging BITCH. It's whatever, I still have tons of friends with many names-- but a lot of people will most often find me right next to my favorite companion, Depression. We tend to hang out a lot, and we work pretty well together. I mean not for you, but you get the picture.
My name is Anxiety and my job is to make you as nervous, shaky, uncomfortable and out of control as possible. My middle name isn't Asthma but you'll think it is when you realize you can't breathe and I am the reason. Sometimes I get feisty like that.
My name is Anxiety and I'm as old and have been around as long all of you humans that hate me so. You might not have always known much about me, but I've always found my way into your lives somehow, trust me. I don't even know why you hate me the way you do; I kind of thought you were getting used to me. When I set off senseless panic signals through your very core, I assume it's probably exciting or something since you don't seem to stop me. Then again, maybe you can't. When I grip you with that flash of pure and unadulterated terror, I've always just assumed you appreciated the warmth of the grasp I have on you...it's like a too-tight hug from Lord Voldemort himself. Come on, who doesn't like hugs?! Mine are extra surprising, they come from nowhere! You can't even see me and my antics coming most of the time.
My name is Anxiety and I'm that friend that never leaves your side, no matter where you go. I actually think we could be considered best friends, honestly...I'm always with you, we have tons of conversations, and yeah usually I do most of the talking...but you always listen to me, and you can't help it, can you?
My name is Anxiety and I'm here to tell you that something's wrong. Sorry, I can't help you with specifics though because I don't know what's wrong in particular, and if I did, I wouldn't tell you; but it's s o m e t h i n g, so you should probably worry.
My name is Anxiety and what I say goes. Period, the end. Don't believe me? Well no one's heard from you in weeks because I told you that you can't dial or answer the phone, you can't answer a simple text from a friend or family member, and you're DEFINITELY not allowed to even think about starting a conversation out in public. Am I lying? Nope. You wish I was though, don't you? Look, right now! Your parents are calling, and they probably just want to say hi, but for some reason you're a millisecond away from having a full blown stroke because of the panic you feel every time your phone goes off...there's no real reason you know of... it's just little old me! Oh, and while we're at it, I make sure you don't forget to sometimes avoid your cell phone entirely, yet occasionally do something on social media to prove you're still amongst the living, while also distancing yourself from your best friends unintentionally just because you never think have the words to talk to anyone anymore. Except me of course. You can't doubt that I've been an effective influence on you; you let your only best friends in your hometown that would die for you go months without talking to you, just because my voice seems louder than theirs.
My name is Anxiety and I just wanted to give you a little more friendly advice! Don't hand in that paper, trust me, its not good enough. It never will be. Get used to being lonely, because you won't be seeing your friends anytime soon. I know you THOUGHT you wanted to hang out with one of your favorite people, but no, trust me you don't, so cancel those plans. Or better yet, don't even make them! You're just going to be awkward or embarrassed or something bad in general will most likely happen.. so back to bed?
My name is Anxiety and I'd like to remind you that SOMETHING IS WRONG. Still don't know what though, but you should probably feel suuuuper uncomfortable anyway.
My name is Anxiety and it looks like I am here to stay, and if you want me to go away, you might as well pop a pill or light something up because it's not likely I'll just leave you alone on my own. I'm the clingy type; that's why it's so hard for everyone to break up with me, and why I'm friends with so many people that are just like you.
What, did you think I would be a polite visitor? I came into your life for reasons you'll always seek to understand, but the best part is, no one else understands why the things I do to you affect them so.
So now you know my name, and you know my game. But you know what? I'm sure I'll be hearing from you soon because I'll give you one thing. In all our time together, it doesn't seem like you want to go down without a fight. I'm actually getting tired, and I think you're getting stronger.
Good girl.
