All right anxiety, lay it on me.
Tell me all that I need to know to stay alive, how to be aware of everything and most of all, how to be prepared for the worst.
Tell me what to stress about, worry about, fret over and lose sleep over.
I know you keep me safe. That’s why we work so well together…and I love you for it. You keep us alive.
But there is something I need to tell you and you’re probably not going to like it. You see, Anxiety, although I do actually love you, I actually think we kind of need to break up.
It’s not you it’s me.
Sometimes I take those little cues that you’re sending me…those signals that make me feel like everything is about to fall apart – and I take it way too far.
It’s hard for me to know when to stop. I take my safety so seriously these days because I wanna make sure I stay safe so much so that I’m planning waaaayyyy far ahead to make sure I’ll be safe not only now, but in the near future and far future – in every possible future scenario- because I really want to make sure we truly ARE safe.
What I really need, though, is someone to tell me when enough is enough; that everything is going to be ok no matter what gets laid on me.
I’m learning that’s what feeling safe ACTUALLY feels like for me.
And to be honest, you haven’t really done that for me … like…ever … even though I keep thinking we will get there. We never actually do.
So, what I really want, anxiety? I don’t really want you to lay it on me. I want you to leave it at my feet. Leave it there so that I can take my time looking at it, seeing it from different angles and for what it really is. I need some space from you so that I can come to know when I need to hold on for dear life and when I can allow something to pass on by down the river of life.
Can you do that for me? Can we do that together?
Please, don’t lay it on me, just lay it at my feet.
Then maybe, just maybe, we can find some inner peace around here.
Thanks for listening.
Me
