I Am Anxiety

I Am Anxiety

See me. I am subtle. I am obtrusive. I am the enemy lurking about your mind, anticipating the moment I may devour your every thought and your every move. I am a master at making you appear neurotic and apprehensive to others. I am undetected to others. I will twist the interior of your mind with fearful thoughts. I will convince you that others see all you are concocting in that psyche of yours. They have no perception of what I am fabricating in your mind. Your palms are clammy, your body is trembling, and your face is flushed. You begin to cry, then you run, sometimes only in your mind; but you run.

I am Anxiety. I intend to destroy you.

Feel me. I am gently pressing in on you. I am crushing your spirit. You feel defeated in your soul. I have the omnipotent ability to stop you in your tracks with no warning at all. Your mind is weary from the struggle. You feel weak and overwhelmed; nobody understands you. Inside your body, your stomach churns, your heart pounds, and disorientation has seized your being. You feel embarrassed, even mortified. There is no escape. When you flee, I follow. I have ensnared you within your own mind.

I am Anxiety. I intend to decimate you.

Hear me. I am the whisper. I am the unyielding voice that nobody can hear but you. I thirst to convince you how incapable you are of doing anything right. I thrive on telling you how insignificant you are. You are worthless and incompetent! I seduce you into isolation from others. I guide your words and excuses that you must present to back out of commitments. With each success, I celebrate. I squelch your ability to speak comfortably to others; you are powerless. In your subdued state, I besiege further and convince you that you have no merit at all. I have encapsulated your life, keeping you for my own. I thrive on your demise.

I am Anxiety. I intend to annihilate you.