My anxiety is a cursed mirror that throws everything I hate about myself back in my face, and shows me every fear I have from the mundane to crippling nightmares. It is a land mine, triggers hidden throughout the events of daily life, exploding in my brain with no warning, making me switch on and off like a light that flickers because it’s not screwed in all the way.

I’m lost and I’m too anxious to know if I want to be found.