Dear Anxiety. You suffocate me, like someones holding my lungs in their hands and squeezing harder and harder.I'm screaming, but no one can hear me. It hurts like my body is being stung by a thousand bees, and my lungs are exploding in a fire. I'm scared like my life is slipping from my fingertips with each passing second. It's not always that bad, sometimes you only last a few seconds, but each second feels like a lifetime. You don't always come with a warning, sometimes it feels like someone pushed me into the deep end of a pool, but my feet never touch the floor so I can't get to the top. Sometimes, you visit me when I'm having a bad day, and I feel like giving up. What makes you do that? I never can figure it out. What makes you take my breath away, what makes you visit me? Why can't you just let me be, let me go into a crowded room and dance like no one is watching, or sing like I'm Pavarotti? Or just carry on a conversation? Why do you have to make me feel like everyone is judging me everywhere I go? Why do you have to make me feel sick to the stomach while I'm writing this? Why do you make me judge myself more then anyone else? Why do you make me hate myself?                   Sincerely one of your statistics, A teenage girl.