It was a handful of empathetically attentive people who noticed that she was absent, even though she was standing in the centre of the well-lit room,
It was the same few helpless people who witnessed the moment that she disappeared; as she vanished into the dense thickness of Anxiety's terrifyingly wretched, invisible, shroud of gloom.
Anxiety is my enemy, always has been, and I'm almost sure that it always will be. I've lost so much because of it, but I will never stop fighting for control, and my freedom.