Inventing a new way to think and act

Anxiety here. No surprise. I used to hate you. I used to call you a friend. I don’t hate you as much anymore and I guess I still should call you a friend, but I haven’t totally settled down as to what I want you to be in my life.

What I do know is that my relationship with you before led to more bad than good. So I’m trying to invent a new way to think about you and act accordingly.

I guess pushing you away has not served me well before, so that’s that.

You only craved more attention and validation the more I fed you, so that’s that.

I know you are gonna stick around for a long while whether I want you to or not.

But I get to decide what I will do when you bang on my door.

After all, you are a visitor.