Whenever you think you've moved on, life hands you a paper telling you just how wrong you are.
The anxiety's returned, to haunt me in all it's glory. I guess I always figured it would come back sooner or later, after all, the period of peace can only last for so long. The one thing I've worked so hard to overcome is the one thing I can never get rid of. I can't help but wonder how long in the future it'll be before I actually make progress, or even feel like I'm making progress. Maybe I'll never get over it. Probably not. But the thought of that scares me more then anything else.
Endure a little longer and it will go away. It always does.