Dear anxiety,

I kind of hate you sometimes, you’ve been the cause of some significant problems and set backs in my life and it’s lead me to thoughts I wish I didn’t have.

On the other hand when you’re not around for a while I do feel like I’m missing something, it’s like Stockholm syndrome I suppose.

You’re the fuel for a lot of my creativity and one of the few things that motivate me to achieve life goals.

I just wish you didn’t affect my social life, you never help in that aspect. I love and hate you but regardless of how I feel you’re here... I just have to do my best with you around.