Dear Anxiety,
My dad brought me home mail today, which was weird. I haven't gotten mail in years.
I tore open the envelope to see a letter written from the kids in my support group. They told me they missed me, that they were really hoping I'd feel better, and that they wanted to see me again.
I read it about fifteen times. I think I might go back to the group. I just need to make it out my door first.
Curious, 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...
