The soft tissue of my body has been overtaken by a flesh eating virus.
Or so it feels.
Anxiety making its way up and down my arms.
He is no friend of mine.
He hurts me.
Hurts the ones that love me.
Eats me alive.
Conversations with myself spiral.
Who said that?
What do you want from me?
What is wrong?
Can you be more specific?
Something is wrong.
NOTHING is ever specific with anxiety.
It’s a flesh eating virus that induces spiraling self-conversations that never get anywhere.
Anxiety is not a friend.
It is a foe.
Equipped with battle gear to fiend off your efforts to rid yourself of him.
A virus without a cure.
Eating you alive.
Anxiety makes everything difficult to understand.
To piece together.
Anxiety fogs reality.
Where are my wipers?
My battle gear?
But there is not cure for anxiety.
No quick fix.
No all-protecting battle gear.
Instead, fighting off anxiety takes persistence.
It takes showing up each and everyday ready to take it.
Ready to face the all-powerful, all-consuming anxiety.
Ready to strip it of its power.
The flesh-eating virus puts up a good fight.
But I can handle it.
I can make it through.
I’m showing up everyday and I’m ready.
I won’t back down.
My track record is 100% for surviving my anxiety.
The flesh-eating virus never consumes me.
If I don’t fight back its as if it loses its power.
Anxiety is not all-powerful.
Anxiety is not all-consuming.
Anxiety is an ugly liar.
And anxiety does not win.
My track record proves that.