Depression and I

Anxiety is relentless and merciless. It strikes whenever I am most vulnerable. Always waiting.
Thank you for protecting me. I’m grateful you’re there

No… I know this is hurting you too… And I’m sorry for that. I wish there was another way I could help.

It’s fine. This is far better than what Anxiety brings.

Be strong. You can fight it. Someday, you won’t even have to rely on me anymore. Someday, you’ll be able to push me away as well.

I don’t know… Please… don’t go… not yet…

I can’t stay permanently. You know that. I’m sorry. And even if I could, I don’t want to hurt you any longer as well. The longer I stay, the more dangerous it gets for you.

But… I need you…

No; you don’t. I’ll always be here though. But I sincerely wish you’d gain the strength to fight me off too.

I’ll do my best…

I know you will. You have great friends that can help you.

Goodbye old friend.

Goodbye… for now.
A conversation between Depression and I

The language of anxiety

I’m struggling with anxiety attacks again…

That relentless feeling of fear… Creeping on me, and staying at the back of my head. Rearing its head whenever it gets the chance. And battling it just keeps getting harder.

I feel dizzy… nauseated… I’m sorry I’m needy. I lost my sanctuary. My home. I have no refuge against this anymore…

I’m far from my beacons.

I’m not making sense I know. I’m sorry.

I just mean that I’m far from the places and people I can call my sanctuary. And it’s hard being away from them. I… I need help…

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