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A Love Letter to My Anxiety

by maine-dela-cruz

The truth is I have no idea how to begin this because I don’t even remember how or when exactly you began to invade my consciousness. you were an uninvited guest, a gatecrasher, an intruder filling my mind with paranoia and endless dilemma — how I contemplate about going out or not because I get overwhelmed with crowded places like public transports, and malls, and fast food chains, how I s-stutter whenever placing an order, or how I could not finish one sentence without repeating repeating a word or or two. It might sound funny how I find a sea of people terrifying, how I feel a dagger or a gun pointed at me every time I step outside my comfort zone, how I would replay failed scenarios inside my head like a broken tape, how I would apologize for actions that demanded no apology. I often get nightmares about being asleep and not being able to wake up and sometimes I dream about waking up in a strange bed in a foreign room filled with people with the strangest faces talking in tones barely audible but when the voices would all stir together I would run out of air and pass out, but I still wake up though, screaming, trembling signaling another episode of survival. If I could drive, I would take you away with me and bring you to a sunset beach tell you that everything’s gonna be alright that it’s okay to knock me down sometimes but not too hard to break me just enough to remind me that I am, after all, human Or maybe I would drown you or maybe not because I get too overwhelmed with the waves I struggle against the current, and I am the one who gets drowned instead. I hate you, no, I mean I love you. I should love you because they said those we love are meant to leave So I will love you, I will love you until you get tired of me, until you no longer find me appealing I will love you obsessively, until you get sick of me, until you run out of places to run to, until you run out of air I will love you until I run out of words and metaphors and rhyme or reason, I will love you with the hopes that one day I could finally say: “My anxieties have died beautifully, with dignity, in their sleep.”
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Written by
maine-dela-cruz
21 / F / General Santos City
For You?
Written by
maine-dela-cruz
21 / F / General Santos City
Published
Nov 15, 2017
Time
3m
Tags
#love#anxiety#loveletter
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