Anxiety

Anxiety is dreading the life to come after survival, the pangs of despised love, the haunt of living a life tainted, the cage of rats fitted over your head. Anxiety is being tortured in Room 101, punishing you to the point that you desperately scream, “Do it to Julia! Not me!” except there is no Julia and there are no rats. There's no one to sacrifice, no one to relinquish the fear-torture. You are your own Room 101 and after the torture, you can only stare a stare into something in a mirror that looks back and says without words meant to be forgiving or understanding, “I betrayed you.”