Anxiety is - waiting for the car to pull up, stomach eating itself away. Every minute needs a blueprint and you twist into one big knot trying to write them all.

Anxiety is - being afraid of the stranger in your therapist's waiting room, for no other reason than that he's a man.

Anxiety is - crying until you're catatonic.

Anxiety is - rage.

Depression is - not giving a **** if your poems make sense or if anyone likes them - you just need to get the words out as they come.

Depression is - hopelessness. Sickening, dry, fat hopelessness that bores into you.

Anxiety is - being frozen to your chair, physically unable to stand, even if you wanted to.

Depression tells you to stop taking your pills, to stop eating healthy, to stop going to therapy, because none of it matters anyway and you should just quietly curl up into a ball and let yourself fall asleep forever.

Anxiety tells you to stop taking your pills, or maybe take all of them at once. To eat heathy, but eventually to stop eating altogether. To go to therapy and admit that you're just a lying **** - you're not sick, you just want attention. It tells you that you have no control and that it knows your heart better than you do.

Anxiety is - conversations in my head that aren't real.

Depression is - feeling completely alone surrounded by people.

Anxiety is - being constantly exhausted and plagued by a knot in your thigh that gets tighter with each footstep.

Anxiety is - feeling like you might have a heart attack at 19. The tightness in your chest confuses you and surrounds you.

Anxiety is - feeling like you have to *****, every minute.

Anxiety is - showing up late to work everyday, because you cannot . . . You simply cannot make yourself get out of bed. You're paralyzed.

Anxiety is -
Telling yourself that you don't deserve to take medication, because you're just being dramatic.

Telling yourself that you're faking it, and you're wasting everyone's time.

Telling yourself that you'll never get better because there's nothing wrong with you anyway.

Anxiety is a liar.