Anxiety became a constant
Something I always knew
Was always with me
To the point where I started to ignore it
Because it was no longer relevant
There was always a feeling of uneasiness
I constantly felt like I might vomit
My heart always tried to claw its way up my throat
It was nothing new
It felt terrible
But also safe
I was utterly miserable
But I was afraid of letting go
Anxiety had become my close friend
I didn't know what would happen if I let go of it
It was comfortable
It was normal
Without it,
Everything would be ruined
What would be left for me if anxiety left?
I didn't want to know
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poems of consciousness
PoesíaMy streams of consciousness turned into poems. They aren't great. Just me trying to do something productive with what I write down. Trigger warning
