I only listen to the songs that break my heart.

Anxiety does not possess logic.

Few people have compassion for the loneliness of another, it's a sound that only one can hear.

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.

When mourning the departed, take heart in that task
The one you now mourn, wears now a new mask.

A grey and lugubrious winter day outside. Disconsolation, despondence and grievance within. Yet the birds still sing, the time still ticks and the heart still beats. A requisite of life, to experience certain things, whether we like it or not.