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