We share a common enemy, but does that make us friends?

Everyone has to blame something for the way the world is.

Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.

I love you" I say. "I love you, too" he says. "I'll see you soon.

Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up. I've seen it. It's fascinating." He releases me but doesn't pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. "Sometimes I just...want to see it again. Want to see you awake.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

Sometimes you just need to talk to someone who is detached from you. They just listen to what you tell them and you get to form the way that they see you, whereas everyone else in your life already thinks they know what you're dealing with or what you're going through. That's my recommendation for actual anxiety.