If my anxiety was a person who followed me around all day, it would sometimes climb into bed and wake me up before dawn.
It would interrupt me while I was trying to get dressed in the morning, and make me late.
Getting the train into work would be…awkward.
Important meetings would be an absolute shitshow.
Sometimes it would be hard to hear what people were saying over the din.
But being alone could be even worse.
If my anxiety was a weird person who followed me around all day, I’d get pretty fucking sick of it.
I’d be able to see it for what it is – a troll – and I wouldn’t take its crap any more.
And, who knows? Maybe it would listen.
