Delusional

The rays behind him makes it seem like a halo, as if he’s holy. And to be holy means to be seen, to be exposed and to have the world expect so much of you. Now imagine, you’re in this place and yet, you’re you. Imperfect, anxious, just not the right one. How scary is that? To disappoint the whole world and yourself. And with these hands wrapped around you there’s no where to go. To be seen and to make mistakes, consciously or even worst, unconsciously is so frightening. Not trusting yourself becomes your instinct, silencing yourself becomes the best choice you can make. Because you are sure to mess up, because it’s you. Anxiety is dismorphia of the body, mind and soul. And yet, it only takes one person, who can hold space for you to make it all go away.

Fighting a monster that seems impossible to fight cause it is behind your same eyes