Her anxiety

Anxiety is like my twin. She’s my sister, that I fight with every day. We share the same blood when my palms sweat in crowded rooms. She’s part of me and has been since I can remember. We’re so close sometimes I feel like only she knows me. I try to distance myself from her, but she’s family. Her voice is mine and I respect her words like a loved one. 

Anxiety is like my best friend. We stay up all night talking and never get any sleep.  We party together and no one can touch us because we’re ride or dies. She's my wing women and doesn’t take no shit. she’s a bitch, but she’s MY bitch. She’s my plus one to everything because we’re joined at the hip.  she’s honest and I trust everything she says. 

Anxiety is like a toxic girlfriend. She acts like she cares, but all she does is control me. She wants me all to myself and when I try and make friends, she gets jealous and ruins it. She makes me lost for words, weak at the knees and makes my heart race.  I go home early because she makes me feel like she’s my only home. I finally fight against her and she beats me. Putting pressure on my chest, closing my throat and and making me cry. 

She makes me feel so worthless like no one else will ever love me, not even myself.