The Thief in the Room

Dear Delyara, Anxiety isn't just a feeling; it’s a thief. Today, it stole my breath while I was just standing in line for coffee. It stole my ability to look a stranger in the eye. It whispered that everyone was judging me, that I was failing, that something terrible was about to happen. My heart is racing for no reason, and I’m exhausted from fighting a ghost. I’m writing this to remind myself: It’s just the thief talking. I am still here. I am safe