whenwritinghelps

If anxiety were a person, it would be that one friend who shows up uninvited, always whispering worst-case scenarios in my ear. It would pace the room, restless and demanding, never letting me sit still. Its eyes would dart, suspicious of every sound, every gesture, every word. It would not speak loudly, but its presence would weigh heavily, leaving me tense and exhausted.

Yet, as much as I would like to push it away, I also notice what it teaches me, patience, self-awareness, and the small victories of standing firm when it tries to take over. It forces me to slow down, to check in with myself, and to recognize what truly matters. It reminds me that even in discomfort, I am capable of resilience. Each interaction leaves me tired, yes, but also a little stronger, a little wiser, and more determined to keep moving forward.

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