Dear Anxiety
I used to think you were my friend, and I know you only exist to protect me. But this isn’t working.
You’re not helping me. You keep me awake at night imagining all the things that could go wrong. You make me feel scared, worried, even physically sick.
I’m on to you, anxiety. You’re not protecting me, you’re smothering me. The things you make me worry about aren’t dangerous. Most of them never even happen. I don’t need to be protected from them.
So I’m evicting you. All this time you’ve been trying to convince me that you’ve come from somewhere else to save me, but you haven’t. You’re not real – you’re just a thought in my head. I created you, and I’m the only one who can un-create you.
I choose right now to stop worrying about the past, or the future. I choose to accept each moment, and focus on the things I can control, and connect with my life.
Thanks for listening, anxiety, but I don’t need you anymore. Slowly, one breath at a time, I choose to let you go.
Yours rebelliously,
[your name]