Anxiety. The most loyal of companions. A pounding chest. Resonating so loudly through my entire being that I can hear the pulsating in my ears and my head and feel it in my fingers and bones- right to my core. My thrashing heart beating as hard, fast and out of control as It can without exploding out of my chest. It's the soundtrack to my anxiety. I call it mine because it belongs to me. In all senses of the word. It is unlike anyone else's anxiety. It is mine. Yours is yours. I have learned to make that sensation and nonsense and reality my best mate. To welcome it like a dear friend that I know and trust, after all, we've never really been apart. And all though it is such a dear and familiar friend, anxiety betrays my trust and takes on another form that I wasn't expecting and I didn't know. A new mask. For an old acquaintance, it is sometimes so unfamiliar. And then all of a sudden, like a faithful old companion- I'm thrust into my...
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