Anxiety and I
It's been a while; been a while since I had a courage to accept that I have this vulnerability in me that not everyone will understand. I woke up this morning, and I felt like I didn't want to wake anymore. It's one of those rare days that I contemplate my existence. I asked myself, "If I die today, would anyone notice?" ... totally not. No one would notice I'm gone. I realized that I am this speck of dust in this universe that no one really cares about. My existence doesn't add anything to anyone, well except maybe my parents. I realized that if I'm gone, people would only realize it because it's been a while, but they won't realize it because they care. They will know I'm gone because my work won't be touched for a while and would pile up; or my bills will go unpaid and someone has to look for me to settle them. But no one would notice just because they miss me. And you know what? Maybe it doesn't scare me at all, to be unnoti