The Friendly Book Cave 2020 discussion

If your anxiety was a person....what would you say to them?

I'm first:
Can you stop following me around? I have much better life without you. You always have to interfere with my mind!

I don't suffer from anxiety on a daily basis, but when I feel I have it, this is what I would want to tell it the individual behind it:

You cannot bother me and I won't let you. I want to live my life careful but I'll never be scared of my surroundings. You, are no longer needed and never were.

I have some serious anxiety, I feel like the Fates hate me:

I don't know what I did to deserve you. Sometimes you come in handy when I need a way out of a situation, but you keep bursting in. I know that Death is sad, and I should mourn, but I can do it without you screaming in my ear to cry my guts. Sometimes, I need a break from tears,

~Mew

Wouldn't need to 'say' anything. I would just need 20 minutes alone in a room with them - to cause my anxiety the same pain it causes me every day.

But if I had to choose something to say, it would be: Why is it that you only strike when I am laughing with my friends at lunch? When I'm having some of my happiest moments suddenly you're there, breathing down my neck, and you start to drag me away, and you force your horrible words into my head. You make me try to cling to the rope that is keeping me afloat - the jokes with my friends sitting at the table around me - and then you come and stand on my fingers, making me sink. It's not fair to have to leave the table every time the conversation is getting fun, because I can't breathe because your slimy fingers are wrapped around my throat, breathing your vile words of deceit into my brain and making me think it's real - that you're telling the truth - and if I question you, you'll force me further under the water.

Why is it when I'm alone in my room doing nothing important you come and lie next to me, whispering yet again into my ears, your words swirling around me, making me dizzy despite not moving? Why do you feel happiness from making me feel so much pain?

How did it feel when you nearly died along with me, after you talked for three years in my head about me being fat, and making me stop eating because you wanted me to feel "happier", all while making me sicker? I wish you had died then. I was happier when you disappeared in the three months after my recovery. But you just couldn't handle that, could you?

CrazyAsACupcake wrote: "Wouldn't need to 'say' anything. I would just need 20 minutes alone in a room with them - to cause my anxiety the same pain it causes me every day.

But if I had to choose something to say, it wou..."

Mine would be reeeally similar to this tbh