I am anxious.

I am anxious. All the time.

It keeps me awake at night. It keeps me agitated the whole day. I am running from my mind.

I am anxious. It's a curse. It's like something is ignited inside of me. I seek something constantly to put out the fire but I can't find anything. So I burn. I burn constantly.

I am anxious. It's polyglot. I know others who have the same problem. It's all over the social media. But I never reach out to them, it's private, my anxiety.

I am anxious. It's a disease. As everyone likes to call it - a mental disorder. It comes and goes, it's chronic. And ugly, oh so very ugly.

I am anxious. It's not normal. How many times I've been told by people to calm down? How many times I've been told to grow out of it?

I am anxious. It's a burden on everyone else. I hate being dependent on someone. But I need them, I need someone because without them I would go crazy.

I am anxious. It's tiring. It's so tiring I wish it would stop. I can't make a call to the doctors, I can't travel alone without making a mistake, I can't make the right decisions.

I am anxious. And I've stopped caring slowly and slowly. I've found ways to avoid being in an anxious situation. It's dragging me down. Down, down, down.

I am anxious. All the time.