There's a monster we all have inside of us. He doesn't have a name or a face, not a single image he uses with his many hosts. He instead shifts his body to fool everyone into thinking that he is a friend instead of a deadly parasite.
Sometimes his name is anger. Anger is tall. Broad. He is handsome in a way that makes women faint and men envious. Anger is loud. Rash. He says things he may or may not mean, but he'll never say he's sorry. Anger sits deep inside your chest crushing your lungs and suffocating you
Sometimes his name is anxiety. Anxiety is small. Worrisome. This would not be a problem if you knew how strong he could really be. Anxiety is quiet. Concerned. Anxiety lives inside your head, pulling the strings of your emotions, keeping his eyes on everything you do. He is waiting for the perfect moment to have everything crash around you
Other times, his name is depression. Depression takes many forms He can be so tiny, so minuscule that you would do anything for him because you cannot see what he is capable of. He can be as tall as a ten-story building. You do as he says because you fear that he will crush you in his palms. You have yet to realize he is already doing that. Depression is a weight inside your stomach. You cannot get out of bed on days he is the giant, and everyone thinks he is gone on days he is as small as a pebble.
His name can be PTSD It can be anorexia nervosa or bulimia. Maybe for you, he’s paranoia or OCD. Perhaps his name is Schizophrenia. Social anxiety or DID, Insomnia or ADHD, Body dysphoria or Bipolar disorder
His name does not matter He is within every single one of us. And the only way to make him stop is to acknowledge he is there.
So anxiety, depression, and anorexia nervosa, I know you’re there. And I’m taking my life back.