Anxiety the invisible demon haunting our thoughts paralysing our actions

It’s always lurking in the background it has a grip around your throat, strangling suffocating you, cutting off your oxygen supply

Your minds racing, your sweating the panic sets in

You can’t seem to slow your breathing, you notice all the eyes watching

But they’re not watching they’re barely even noticing you

But the anxiety makes it hard to differentiate between what’s really true

Illogical thinking, self doubt creating

We all have struggles, our anxiety doesn’t have to be life ending

There’s hope, there’s light at the end of the tunnel

The first step is accepting the second is talking

Open a dialogue take away its power

When you don’t face it how can you expect it to get better

Anxiety.. you little bugger

It comes in different forms, shapes and sizes, multiple disguises

To some extent or another.. we all suffer

-Dionne MT-

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