Anxiety

One day at a time, one foot in front of the other, breathe in breathe out. Like a mantra in my head. Other people don’t seem to be so aware, of other people, of their surroundings, of their own self. They don’t seem to think about their motions and words so consciously. They don’t think about how they’re walking, they just walk. I envy those people. I envy their carelessness. I envy that they don’t seem to have to think so much. Or maybe they are just better at letting their worries go. I envy that skill too. The ability to shut it off. To not let the worry consume you. I ache for that feeling. I wish I knew what it felt like, I hope I do one day. Until then, one day at a time, one foot in front of the other, breathe in breathe out..

Anxiety.