Dear Fear,
I am desperately trying to not let you rule my life right now. I know that worrying about the future won't do much for me besides make me sick. It's like my body has a mind of its own though, and the anxiety just keeps building until it boils over into tears.
What I really need from you right now is to let the strangle hold you have on my heart go, just a little bit. I need a little room to breathe, to see that everything will be ok, no matter what happens.
At some point in the future, I hope we can come to some agreement that you will help me when I need you and I will let you into my life when it is truly necessary.
With love,
Chess
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