Chapter 1
It creeps in, ever so slightly. Sometimes it whispers or sometimes it yells. I hear it and listen. Yes, I am strong. Oh how was I wrong. The self-doubt, negativity, and hurt. Thats just name a few, but the list goeson. Its easy for anxiety to do. Punch to the guts. Constructing to the head. Corruptive lunges. Staring at the mirror, seeing all my flaws. I stand there disgusted and ashamed of my own reflection. Anxiety running though my eyes and out my mouth. It bosses ne around. It has no care in the world of what words it tosses at me. I listen... unable to speak. Anxiety holds poweer. Insecurity runs deep. Some are permanment scars, no one can see. Anxiety presses upon my chest. Theres times I wonders, am I possessed? Then yet I remember. I am stressedand depressed. It waits, it creeps in. Ever so slightly. Anxiety holds me tightly
