Dear Love, Time, and Death,
It's been a while, hasn't it? To be honest I'm afraid of all of you (don't take it personally), especially death. However, I know that you three are the ones who shaped me and will continue to effect my lifestyle.
Sincere...
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Dear Anxiety,
Let's keep this simple.
I hate your guts.
Whenever you're around, I squirm around like a fish out of water.
Honestly, you make my life miserable. You make me worry about unnecessary things, which often makes me very embarrassed in front of my peers. You grab opportunities out of my hand and stomp on them, ruining my self-esteem. Like five seconds ago, when dad just asked me if I wanted to be the piano player for the local jazz band? I was about to say yes, that is, until you grabbed me by the arm and whispered into my ear. "Are you crazy?! You don't even like jazz! Besides, you're not even that good at piano, what if you embarrass yourself? Also, you've never played in a band, what if you screw up? Then everyone would be able to hear you!" And so, I said no.
When you're around, I feel pessimistic which often leads to others being affected by my pessimism.
But anxiety, you also make sure that I'm on track. For example, remember that one time when I had to do a speech in front of the whole class? Yep. You kept bothering me the entire week which led to me practicing my speech in front of an imaginary audience over and over again.
So thank you Anxiety. For always being there. When you tell me not to do something, I know that you're just worried about me. However, I would like to tell you that it's okay for me to try things outside my comfort zone. And if I do embarrass myself, it's completely okay. We'll get through it together.
