Taking Back My Life
First and foremost, you absolutely suck, anxiety.
I don't know how you manage to do it, to creep your way into every single empty crevice you can find. But I resent you for it, for learning my every flaw, my every weakness, my every fear, for taking all of those things and exploiting them every single time you lurk and pick around in my brain. I resent you because nothing is mine anymore; not my thoughts, not my actions. Everyday is a never ending cycle, start to finish. It's always a fight with you; from the way I walk, to the way I talk, to keep my head low and eyes on the ground. I even fight you most of the time to simply get out of bed in the morning. Your little whispers in the back of my head always seem to turn to yells, yells that you can never silence, yells that constantly fill me with doubt, frustration, and anger, and most of the time; a full blown panic attack.