Nobody knows the struggle that takes place between you and your anxiety at 5am. This is the hour that forces you to fight it after going through a long day of anxiety. No one can ever possibly know. Incomputable times you try to shrug off your anxiety yet you are unsuccessful in doing so. Your heart is exploding, you are screaming inside, you secretly harbor the desire to set fire to the world, yet there is a calm expression with a gentle smile on your face. Your inner war will never reveal itself to the outer world because you know it doesn’t matter. You want to do so much yet you end up staring at the walls of your room for longer periods of time. You don’t want that hour to arrive yet daily you have to face it.
Every night. Same hour. Same feeling.
Regardless of wherever you are sitting…
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