Updated: Jan 6
She’s mad. She is ignoring you. She hates you.
These are the thoughts running through my head.
I know that she is busy.
I know she is working.
I know this
but I can’t shake the feeling that my anxiety is right.
My anxiety overcomes me like
the black plague
killing 1/3 of my body.
But my coping skills are telling me to talk to her.
So I do.
And it turns out
her body is covered with the black plague as well.
And anxiety becomes the language of our relationship
chipping away at what it once was
and because we have a deep connection
we will lean on each other through the growing pains
and become stronger.