a very scientific review of anxiety

my experience of anxiety is more limited - in the sense that it’s very much linked to my other disorders- and so I didn’t feel I’d be able to write a piece that truly does justice to the voices of those who are crippled by their experience of it. so, like any true scientists does, I went out into the field (my sisters bedroom) and conducted an objective and factual interview into the reality of living with anxiety (‘what do you want’ ‘nah leave me alone’ ‘pleaseee’ ‘leave me alone’ ‘pleaseee’ ‘fine ok’). well here are my ‘results’ presented in my signature trying-to-be-poetic-but-not-verging-on-pretentious style.

‘irritating’. that’s what I’ve been given.

anxiety. is. fucking. irritating.

irritating because there’s a world out there that you’re so desperate to see and yet you’re trapped in this prison everyone’s convinced you’re making up. irritating because of the looks you get when you reveal your fear of something so seemingly small.

irritating because you miss out on so much.

because you know you’re letting yourself down.

because it’s exhausting. mustering the strength each day to get up and fight your battles as you see others who confront your enemies with no troubles in the world.

because of the people who claim they have this illness because they they felt stressed before a test.

it’s irritating because it’s unfair. it’s unfair that you’re forced to confront this world of fear and uncertainty as others dance happily through.

anxiety rips away the reality you wished you knew, telling you it’s for the best.

but fuck that.

fuck anxiety and the lies it forces down your throat.

fuck anxiety and the reels of fear, playing on and on in the back of your mind.

fuck anxiety and the shell it leaves for you.

edit: Molly says ‘I want it to die in a hole. it’s a stupid little bitch. go fuck yourself anxiety xoxo’