You are the ghost I chose to haunt me.

The hardest battle is getting back to who you used to be. Sometimes you just have to accept you lost a part of yourself and the pieces will never fit again.

I don’t know what’s killing me faster; this undiagnosed sickness or the longing to know what it is.

I only listen to the songs that break my heart.

Anxiety does not possess logic.

I am as an unloved as my works are read.

Anxiety sufferers don't believe the world evolves around them, but devolves around them.

It's better to break the chain of oppression, even if it takes years rather than carry the bandage/badge of shame forever.

Weekend? Anxiety does not know of days off!

It amazes me how much I let my mind wander to the clouds. I build up a friendship or a lover. The crash back to reality is almost unbearable.