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Anxiety is not a Monster out to get us

It’s not the Boogey Man hiding under our beds until we are asleep, waiting to fill our heads with nightmares and paranoias.

Anxiety is simply a wall

A shell we built ourselves over time,

Bricked by loss, cemented by trauma

Anxiety is our past experiences incarnate, trying their best to protect us

Not to hurt us

So take solace knowing that you built this wall

You are the architect.

You don’t need to tear it down,

But if you try, you can put in a door