Anxiety attacks are fun....

They make you take everything you once knew and create a large cloud of doubt around it.

I talk about anxiety as if it is a person, sometimes it feels like it is. Because it always centers around them.

Every doubt goes back to them.

It doesn't revolve around that one test or that one awkward family dinner. 

Instead, it's them.

Maybe they kept that picture, maybe they are still here, maybe.

But you never know.

I wish it would stop.

I wish I could just breathe normal again.