Go away. Go away.

I repeat. Go away.

Please leave me alone.

I try to rationalize a feeling that is not rational.

What does anxiety feel like?


I’m paralyzed by her.

Whenever I wake up, I hope that she’s gone.

But, I feel her.

I feed her. I feed her my fears, my nightmares.

She thrives when I’m scared.

I have no control.

I set daily goals. Smiling is an accomplishment.

Jut because you don’t see her… or don’t hear her

She exists.

She is real.

There are all these things I want to do.

The more I worry about them, the bigger she gets.

Another day goes by, what have I done?

Am I closer to my goals? Closer to success? Closer to happiness?


She’s my inner judge.

When will I be good enough?

What do I need to prove?

Each day, I feel that I have failed.

I’m not where I think I should be.

I’m not who I thought I could be.



© Andrea Huls Pareja. All Rights Reserved.

Writer. Creative artist. Photographer. Feminist.

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