Dear Anxiety,

I know you're trying your best to protect me from the terrible things of this world. You know me so well, and you're perfectly aware of my (too) high sensitivity.

Thank you for trying, your best. You succeeded ; now I can't go anywhere without feeling like i'm about to die or go crazy. Which implies that I should stay home.

But i must tell you, this isn't working for me. By taking too much place in order to keep me safe, you actually made me become weak. And I want to live my life to the fullest now.

I don't fear much actually, except you. Thank you for all the work, I'll try to take the lead now, in another way of my own