It ebbs and flows, anxiety.
It’s a fluid, dynamic thing.
Sometimes it washes over; other times it laps laps laps gently on the shore.
It can turn violent in an instant, that’s my experience.
Anxiety is a shape shifter; it comes in the darkness, finding its way to your demise.
How can it optimize it’s crippling, or at least negative effect deep inside you?
To my own personal experience, it’s not a panic attack; it seems that if I’m ready, awake, prepared, I can soldier on. I don’t panic.
But I don’t like it; or at least, historically I’ve tried to avoid, ignore. I’ve used various means to mediate its grip.
Lately though, I wonder if it’s hell-bent on my demise; maybe that’s not its purpose, its intent.
Maybe that shape-shifter quality is to find it’s way to my most inner, vulnerable side, to help me grow, change, be…better?
Shape-shifter. Maybe anxiety is encouraging me in its own, weird way, to be a shape-shifter too…?