Dear Anxiety,
Luke, my best friend, showed up on my door step today.
My parents wanted me to see him, but I refused. Finally they sent him away.
I watched him go from my bedroom window. He stood at the end of my driveway for a long time, just staring straight ahead.
Confused and sorry, 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...
