Once were two young maidens who both wore smiles, but they were sadly separated. Years later like fire to wool their relationship renewed in a spark, but life had shaped their names. Anxiety and Trauma both very much alike. Anxiety bit her nails and Trauma did as well. Trauma rocked back and forth, and Anxiety did too. Over time they both dropped subtle hints saying they were not okay. Anxiety went to therapy, and so did Trauma. Trauma had a breakdown, Anxiety also did. The difference lays within their fears.
"I'm so very terrified of the future..." Anxiety began, "You must understand?"
Trauma shrugged, "I presume," she paused, "but it's the past that makes me break."
The two girls looked at each other, realizing they knew nothing about one another.
In regards to my friend who is so similar to me, but with such a different past, and future.