A Conversation Between Anxiety And Depression

A Team Effort

Both my anxiety and my depression reside in the folds and depths of my brain. I'm convinced that they speak to each other. I'm also convinced that they work together sometimes, just to drive me insane. I'd imagine a conversation between the two would go something like this:
"Hey A, how's she doing today ?" Depression asks , the least bit concerned.
"Well, she hasn't gone to sleep yet. I think she may try to soon," Anxiety replies.
"We can't have that, maybe you should work some magic. I'll remind her of all the reasons why she's worthless and, you, make her feel like it's never going to get better and it'll only get worse!" Depression's smiling with this statement. Anxiety nods in agreement. Then, they get to work.
In the real world, my brain gets flooded. I know exactly what kind of night I'm going to have. I also know exactly how my day is going to be tomorrow. The thoughts begin to come and my heart starts to beat. I can't figure out why I'm not good enough. I begin to think of all the things that are wrong with me and ultimately, I feel as if my presence means nothing. Insomnia washes over me as I replay these faults over and over again. Although, very powerful together , anxiety and depression stand strong alone as well.