She was sure she had beat it, she figured her anxiety and depression were a thing of the past.

There had been months with no episodes, of finally having a clear head, and a happy life. It was all smooth sailing, no rough waters or cloudy skies in her view whatsoever. Then, it hit her. Her anxiety and past depression she thought she finally got rid of came back stronger than ever. It hit her hard, knocking her off her feet. Now, she’s frozen by the fact that her worst nightmare just came to life

She’s back to living in a constant state of being on the verge of a breakdown.

Wherever she is there is the constant fear that her anxiety is going to strike and leave her spinning. Or that her depression is going to weigh her down so much that she won’t be able to beat it this time.

A minute doesn’t goes by where she doesn’t feel the hot tears building up in the corners of her eyes. She tries her damnedest to push them away, trying to make sure they don’t come rolling down her cheeks because she knows if they do, she won’t be able to stop them.