It seems I cannot escape.
I thought you had gone, at first on holidays and that you would come back. But then when you didn’t come back, I thought you were gone for good.
You were gone a long time and I was glad. I never wanted to see you again. Never.
But then you heard I was pregnant, didn’t you. You just had to come back and stick your ugly little nose back into my business.
Why the hell would you do that, you selfish prick. I sought help because of you, I have been medicating myself because of you, but you get on your bloody high horse and bring your unwanted self back into my life without any such warning.
Here I am, happy, stress and worry free and then all of a sudden, I wake up one morning and I feel different. It’s because YOU are there.
And then the next morning.
And the next morning.
And the next….
I just want to cry. After all I’ve done, all my positive thinking, working on my mindset, you have brought that gut wrenching feeling right back.
You make me wonder how I’ll get through my day and how long the feeling will last.
No matter how strong I am in my mind, no matter how much I try to ignore you and think of the positive, you’re still there, that niggling feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I hate you anxiety. Get out of my bloody life, for good.
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