Breathe—The cold hands of anxiety

Life can be overwhelming. The world is in chaos. Anxiety sets in, wrapping it’s fingers around her chest. Squeezing, suffocating. All-consuming, no way out. Cold laughter, it’s winning. Breath comes shorter, harder, shallower, more and more difficult. Vision fogs, brain stops functioning. Surely this is death. Must escape.

This is not death. This is yet another demon tricking her. She is not powerless. She can resist. She can breathe into the pain. Breathe deeper, deeper. Loosen it’s icy grip. Don’t fight it, breathe through it.

Breath comes easier. Vision starts to clear. She is okay. She was always okay. Anxiety tricked her, but she has grown wiser. Just breathe.

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