Anxiety Monologue
I'm sorry it's been so long since I've talked to you. I can feel the frustration in the news and I wish I could be a little simpler, but nothing seems quite simple. Guilty anxiety consumes every thought, and I'm not sure what to say because I know the circumstances aren't ideal. I hope you know that the last thing I wanted to do hurt you. Now I know it was my fear that got the better of me and I forgot how much you mean to me. You became a regular for the longest time and I was worried you might tire of me.
I won't lie when I say how often I sound conflicted; you know better than anyone else. As much as I think I can answer why I was silent, I can't. No book or information will ever clear my mind. Even when the night is still, I find myself …show more content…
I've been there so long it must have been a little weird not hearing from me. Silence from a man who was never silent. I haven't forgotten you, and I never will. I hope you know it was never you. My friend, you have done nothing wrong. I am the one who succumbed to my anxiety and let it control my actions and …show more content…
I miss those moments, and I miss you. I hope you understand that my silence is not a reflection, but rather a struggle within myself. I want to make amends, to bridge the gap my silence has created. You mean so much to me and you will always be someone I am proud to call my friend. I'm sorry it's been so long since I talked to you. I can feel the frustration in the news and I wish I could be a little simpler, but nothing seems quite simple. Guilty anxiety consumes every thought, and I'm not sure what to say because I know the circumstances aren't ideal. I hope you know that the last thing I wanted to do hurt you. Now I know it was my fear that got the better of me and I forgot how much you meant to me. You became a regular for the longest time and I was worried you might tire of me.
I won't lie when I say how often I sound conflicted; you know better than anyone else. As much as I think I can answer why I was silent, I can't. No book or information will ever clear my mind. Even when the night is still, I find myself on an endless scroll wondering what you're doing or how your day was, only to whisper doubtfully. Hitting and tearing through my mind with no indication of what I was doing or why I was doing it, no words to find, just the voice of
I won't lie when I say how often I sound conflicted; you know better than anyone else. As much as I think I can answer why I was silent, I can't. No book or information will ever clear my mind. Even when the night is still, I find myself …show more content…
I've been there so long it must have been a little weird not hearing from me. Silence from a man who was never silent. I haven't forgotten you, and I never will. I hope you know it was never you. My friend, you have done nothing wrong. I am the one who succumbed to my anxiety and let it control my actions and …show more content…
I miss those moments, and I miss you. I hope you understand that my silence is not a reflection, but rather a struggle within myself. I want to make amends, to bridge the gap my silence has created. You mean so much to me and you will always be someone I am proud to call my friend. I'm sorry it's been so long since I talked to you. I can feel the frustration in the news and I wish I could be a little simpler, but nothing seems quite simple. Guilty anxiety consumes every thought, and I'm not sure what to say because I know the circumstances aren't ideal. I hope you know that the last thing I wanted to do hurt you. Now I know it was my fear that got the better of me and I forgot how much you meant to me. You became a regular for the longest time and I was worried you might tire of me.
I won't lie when I say how often I sound conflicted; you know better than anyone else. As much as I think I can answer why I was silent, I can't. No book or information will ever clear my mind. Even when the night is still, I find myself on an endless scroll wondering what you're doing or how your day was, only to whisper doubtfully. Hitting and tearing through my mind with no indication of what I was doing or why I was doing it, no words to find, just the voice of