Anxiety is in the bottomless pit with depression.
It's what makes certain specimens shy away and recall from helping others. It's what encloses so many and leads to a rope around their neck, or a gun in their hand, either way screaming at them to die and telling them they can't get help because they're scary and the world is scary.
Anxiety is the special friend you meet who kicks you deeper into the pit after you let them out of their hell, that special friend telling you to be scared and worry.
Anxiety is the darkness in the pit. It's the one thing that scratches your mind and tells you you're really not good enough, it's the words that fill your head and scream to the world,
"DONT TALK TO THIS PERSON, THEYRE SCARED OF YOU."
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Bottomless pit
Non-FictionA small detail on how I feel personally on the inside. It's a look into how i see the world, depression, anxiety, myself, then a conclusion to why you the reader shouldn't see the things I see. This isn't meant to be edgy and weird, just how I am me...
