Palms sweating, heart palpitating, emotions rushing.
She telling me things that I don't want to hear.
Me listening to lies, knowing how conniving she can be at times.
She doesn't want me happy, I'm positive of this.
As long as I'm uncomfortable in a room full of people, she has won.
She is winning.
I'm losing this battle, a battle so many of us face.
A battle with someone we know oh to well.
A battle that no one from the outside, looking in knows we're experiencing. A battle that seems like a losing fight…
A long, tremendous, life draining battle.
A battle with our demons inside.
Our mental health.
Anxiety I'm talking to you.
Depression don't think I forgot about you either.
Some days are harder than others.
Trust me I get it.
But I promise it gets better, and this battle we will soon win.
Just keep persevering and don't let them win.
I think it's time we won.
I think it's time I won.
I'm winning.