From my Anxious to my Calm

This is not going to be a philosophical one, neither a depressed one; merely an anxious one.
This one is dedicated to my anxiety- in all its convoluted knots, its sleepless nights, stolen hunger and racing heartbeats.
For its breathlessness, not of excitement but of fear and wrecking self-doubt. All its crumbling, tumbling cascades of confidence.
For all its suspended periods during the fight or flight response.
To all its curling up in the fetal position, to all its crumpled up sheets and tear stained cheeks.
To all those moments, stages of anxiety present and past,
This too shall pass.

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