Mrs. Anxiety
Mrs.  Anxiety poem stories
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missrebeccaann I earned a Ph.D. in misplacing car keys
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“Her forehead was a maze of anxious little grooves, from a lifetime of wondering about whether everyone within range was OK.”
― Tana French, Faithful Place


Mrs. Anxiety

Anxiety makes a presence with no invitation making no apologies for the unwanted visitation. She starts with her criticisms picking me apart spewing hurtful euphemisms which I take to heart.

She is definitely persuasive; she does make me believe all the abusive phrases that she wanted to achieve. Heart palpitations come then my mind starts to race my body goes numb as perspiration masks my face.

She then leaves abruptly after planting seeds of doubt that grow insecurities that can never be flushed out.

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