Dear Anxiety,
Margie, my therapist, came to my house for the first time today. She sat patient and quiet in a chair while I huddled under my covers.
I didn't say anything, I just held my breath. Maybe if I didn't breathe at all, the world could finally go still.
Out of breath, Aleah
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Letters To You: Dear Anxiety
Short StoryBeing diagnosed with severe anxiety changes Aleah's life in ways she never imagined. Frustrated and afraid, she writes letters to this unforgiving illness in the hope of coming to terms with what's happened to her. The fifth instalment of the Lette...
