Dear Anxiety,
We need to have a serious chat. I’ve held back my thoughts about you for far too long, but that ends now. You’ve entwined yourself deep into my daughter’s mind, tricking her into believing you are a part of her. It’s a sneaky little ruse, and I want you to know that I see through your charade.
Oh yes, I see right through you. You’re nothing but a fraud, a charlatan, a pathetic little nuisance. My mother always said it’s rude to use bad language, but honestly, you’re a complete pest. And while she taught me that hating someone isn’t kind, let me be clear: I despise you.
Of course, I can’t just tell you this directly since you occupy my daughter’s mind. You’ve got her so convinced that your voice is hers that she’d take it to heart if I directed my anger at you.
Maybe you think you’re protecting her. Maybe you genuinely believe that by stopping her from pursuing the things she loves, you’re doing her a favor. You whisper sweet nothings, telling her you’ll keep her safe, insisting that if she listens to you, nothing bad will happen. Each time she withdraws from life at your command, you point out, “Look! You listened to me, and everything’s fine. Just let me take the wheel; I’ll steer us clear of danger.”
But let’s be clear. You don’t care about her well-being. You’re a tyrant, using manipulation as your weapon to control her thoughts and actions. You never let her feel comfortable, always whispering lies, making sure she knows you’re always there.
I hate you because you make me feel powerless. I try my best from the outside to pry you away from her, but you know you’ve got the upper hand in there, don’t you?
You know what I feel like when I see you messing with my daughter? I feel like a fierce mama bear, ready to roar and protect her at all costs. Why can’t you just leave her be? She doesn’t want you around; nobody does.
You’re just a bully who tries to make my daughter feel small and afraid. But let me tell you, she’s not afraid. You may trick her sometimes, but she’s a warrior, braver than you’ll ever be.
She’s learning to combat you, to keep you in check, to build up her inner strength to fight you off every time you try to take control. She’s figuring out how to use that vivid imagination you’ve twisted against her, knowing it holds the potential to defeat you.
And let’s not forget her support system. She has a therapist to help her arm herself for battle, a loving family, and friends standing by her side, ready to fight when needed. She also has resources, like medication, in case you turn out to be a tougher adversary than expected.
And then there’s me. You’ve never faced anyone like a fierce, protective mother who will stop at nothing to kick you out of my child’s life.
So, who do you think you are? You think you’re strong, but you’re nothing. You don’t belong here.
You might think you’re here to stay, but you’ve got another thing coming. You may win a few skirmishes, but you will not win this war. She’s onto your games. She’s getting stronger every day, and soon, she’ll reclaim her mind from you.
Are you scared? You should be. A reckoning is coming, and we’re ready for you.
Sincerely,
A Determined Mom Who’s Had Enough of Your Nonsense