Dear Anxious Annie

for the troubled, by someone troubled

[dear-anxious-annie]

Good job for surviving this day.

[mournfulroses]

Jean-Paul Sartre, from a play featured in "No Exit and Three Other Plays," originally published in 1944

[dear-anxious-annie]

oh to have this much power over me

[dear-anxious-annie]

when you find yourself happy at the least effort made for you, perhaps you should imagine what it would be like with the greatest effort. when you've established yourself a relationship that makes you feel loved even with the bare minimum, maybe you don't love yourself that much. you see, a home you build with just the things handed to you is a home you might feel resigned to live on for the rest of your life. but walk a little further. someone's willing to build a castle for you— even when you show the broken pieces of your soul.

[dear-anxious-annie]

"...and when death visits me, i hope it's gentle: like a forehead kiss."

[dear-anxious-annie]

"...and when death visits me, i hope it's gentle: like a forehead kiss."

[dear-anxious-annie]

You've become the story I want to keep writing– imperfect, unscripted, just... just ours.

[feral-ballad]

Courtney Marie Andrews, from Old Monarch: Poems; “Against all odds”

[Text ID: “Please, let this nightmare make you softer.”]

[dear-anxious-annie]

I could be draped in the finest threads, decked out in gems that catch every light, strutting in gold-soled shoes– and still, there’d be that hollow tug.

This is it. The daily refrain, sung low by the ruthless voice inside me, always humming the same tune–

that I’ll never be enough.

Unfair. Truly unfair.

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[dear-anxious-annie]

Your thoughts, your poison.

[dear-anxious-annie]

I do get over it, but then it actually comes back on a random day, at an hour with my guard down. That's grief for all of us.

[dear-anxious-annie]

a place so silent, a heart so full, and a mind that's empty– i'd live and die for a moment like that.

[dear-anxious-annie]

I would hand her a dagger so she could pierce my soul before I even destroy hers.

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[dear-anxious-annie]

I also want to live desperately. Not this way. Not like I am always ready to take my last breath.

[dear-anxious-annie]

My heart mourns at the thought of your tears but I would, forever and always, prefer that over your desolating silence.