Dear Anxieties,

You can leave me alone now.

I know I've had to deal with school starting, professors that can't talk loud enough for me to hear, The Boy being away, a slight hangover, a disturbing phone call, PMS, worries of family members, and yet another serial rapist in the area (no, not kidding).

I understand where you come from. I understand it's my body's way of dealing with issues. I get all of it.

I want you to leave now.

Thanks.