Luke,
I have started this letter again and again and again. Never sure just how to say it.
I know that I've been distant, and that I've hurt you. You have no idea how sorry I am for that.
The thing is, a few months ago I was diagnosed with severe anxiety. It's been ruining my life, and sadly, my friendship with you.
You're my best friend in the whole world, Luke, but I don't expect you to understand. If you don't want to be friends anymore because of this, I'll get it. No hard feelings. I'm a lot to handle, and I don't want to put all of that on your shoulders.
And I'm sorry about not meeting up with you that day after school. I panicked and I just couldn't do it. It's hard to explain, really. It's as if there's a black hole in my chest, sucking every stable part of me into it and leaving only an easily collapsible shell behind.
You deserve more than a shell of a best friend, Luke.
I'm so sorry. For everything.
Love, 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...
