If I tell you I’m okay, could you please believe me and not try and tell me otherwise by giving me stomach pains, making my whole body itch or sharing those disturbing dreams with me?
I would quite like to move on and I feel like you’re holding me back. Why are you doing that? Don’t you want us to be happy? I have the tools, but we have to work together. Can you just believe in me and let me hold to reins for a while? Of course I appreciate that you’re looking out for me, but you’re trying to wrap me in cotton wool and it’s doing more harm than good.
Oh Subconscious, if you could loosen the shackles just a little then I would not face every day with anxiety. I wouldn’t have to over think every little thing and have constant worries over things…
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