What is it to you ???
I was just wondering what i was to anxiety, how anxiety seez me, what is it about me that draws it to me…Like cookies and milk, i am what anxiety craves, a delicious treat. Anxiety is an addict and i am the drug, " one of the worlds most cherished earth given, man made morsels ", “I am anxieties cookie”.
Saturating the dull muted air with that mmmmm fresh cookie aroma, I’m feeling great with a small group of gooey friends just lying there on that warm buttered baking sheet. Meanwhile on the other side of the planet, awakened by that warm scent, anxiety grins, enriched plus intoxicated now by my good feelings he plots his course then moves swiftly towards my direction. Sensing its arrival as the buttered tray begins to cool my warm gooey smile can only turn to gloom as the feeling of intence nervousness weighs in heavily upon my chest, and what defence could i have as a cookie, an exaggerated nutrition label - haha…the last cookie wether store bought or home baked that you picked up ever so delicately not to create the slightest crumb just to enjoy every last tastebud tingle…Did it ever put up a fight???. As much as i want to resist i can only yeild,to return to what i know most, that prison of silence
I propose that we all affected by it, begin and encourage a help group for “not us” but for " our Anxiety"…I can begin accepting your anxieties applicant form upon your readiness…take care
thanks for the read,
Chris Durand
Anxiety Adored.