An anxious lady once said : - today I am anxious but it's not a strange feeling that occurred and rose the questions out of a sudden. It is quite familiar. Today I'm scared, of pretty much everything; I am scared of the past, present, future, people but also of Me. I am people, I'm Scary too. And after writing this I would not dare to read it because again I am scared. I'll be scared that what I wrote won't be sincere and significant as my feelings. I keep imagining the worst scenarios. I would be sitting along with my dearests and still feel scared. I guess it's just a treat of my personality so I decided to give up on everything that might stimulate this feeling in me and I found myself giving up on things that I love like singing, drawing, and even writing. If this is going to be my last time at least let it be less scary. My anxiety is eating me and it has a big appetite this time. Maybe it is the end. If I was asked to PORTRAIT anxiety bright colors would invade all over my painting. Anxiety's meaning varies from one person to another but if there's something that we all agree about is that without anxiety life would be much easier. Let me tell you a fact, to us, people with anxiety, writing about it won't make it easier because we're afraid that if we talked about it, it would seem small because we don't know how to arrange the right words to make it sound as deep and as hard as the way we feel it. But the worst thing about it, it's not opening up about how we feel, it is asking for help and showing vulnerability. Anxiety is like a labyrinth there's a way out of it but the more anxious you get the more you get lost. They told us to talk about it, what an easy task harder than solving mathematics. I am anxious, but I won't talk about it and most importantly I won't ask for help because I need someone that feels ME more than someone who would listen to me. Bright colors are scary. |