Dear Anxiety.

Sometimes, you sweep me off my feet. I mean, literally. I wish I knew how to stand on my own without trembling like a leaf betwixt your grip. As you tighten your hug I wonder why I let you build…
Sometimes, you sweep me off my feet. I mean, literally. I wish I knew how to stand on my own without trembling like a leaf betwixt your grip. As you tighten your hug I wonder why I let you build…