Dear Anxiety,
It’s been almost a year since my last correspondence with you and yet, here we are again. It’s as if you didn’t even read the letter I sent you. So, because you seem to have ignored my previous attempt in communicating my issues with you, I continue taking that pesky little white and yellow pill each and every morning to help keep you at bay. Mind you, I still experience your aura sounding me as your presence is like a bad wallpaint job, but it’s hardly as bad as it could be.
I have to say, I was surprised to find you loitering around first thing this morning, ready to greet me with open arms. I wasn’t expecting you nor was I in any mood to entertain visitors at 7am. But there you were, sitting on the sidelines pretending you weren’t there but I felt your presence. In fact, I saw your presence pulsating through my hair. I’m sure you were the reason behind my extra big hair day.
Listen here, I know you’re trying to take over today – and pretty much every day – but I’m kind of over it. I’m over your attempts to take control. You’ve been around more often than not lately and it’s becoming tiresome. You’re like that friend who just won’t go home. You are constantly battling me as if we’re gladiators in the ring, fighting for survival. I have to be honest here, I don’t care much for your survival and I will continue to draw my sword and lift my shield to prevent you from getting anywhere near me.
Look, it’s getting old. I know you’re excited about the holiday season and how much is going on. I know you like to try to pass yourself off as your buddy anticipation, but I see right through you. You’ve been around for over twenty-years. Let’s not pretend we just met; we are inhabiting the same body, remember?
As usual we’re busy and I’m looking forward to all the plans we have, but your persistence is really putting a damper on my days. How about you give me a gift this year and back off, hhm? You’ve never really given me much to be exited about so how about we start this holiday season? How about you take a break and go find some alternate universe and just relax and take it easy. Think of new plans to try to destroy my happiness and kill my mood for no reason. Please, I insist.
I’m really trying to be nice, but I don’t want you around anymore. Especially this month. Especially at this time of year. I want to enjoy the holidays with family and friends and not worry about you lingering around like a creepy stalker. I want to be able to leave the house in peace. I want to finish my shopping and I can assure you that those around me would also appreciate your kind gesture of vacating the premises.
So my dear anxiety, leave me to be. I am politely asking that for the sake of the holiday season, you let me be.
Please.
Sincerely,
An annoyingly Anxious Mom Who Has Had Just Enough of Your Prying.
For my first Letter to My Anxiety, go to: Dear Anxiety: It’s Time for You to Go
