I found myself struggling with anxiety one particular day and I decided to write down the way Anxiety has made me feel. It's something I've always struggled with and It's, til recently, unknowingly consumed many moments in my life. Whilst I was writing, what started off with anger and frustration, quickly turned into a new perspective. I hope this letter can bring you a new view and grant you some compassion to yourself and your emotions. A Letter to Anxiety: Oh Anxiety, you

I believe each of us has a dream and a destined path for a reason. A little glimmer of light or a whisper in our heart that never truly goes away. You can block out the noise or cover up the light but it'll always be there in the back of your mind and soul. It's our choice if we decide to follow that path or not. I know you can argue that it's much more complicated than that and at times, I've felt that way as well. Especially with societal pressures, family expectations and

Who am I? Answering this question seems simple but in reality, I haven't got the slightest idea. What I do know is what I represent in this exact moment in time, this very minute, this very second. When I think back on my past, it doesn't even seem like mine. I get pieces here and there but overall it seems like it’s been watered down and blurry. Key moments stick out but only really good or really bad. Who was I in the in between? Can we only be defined in the good and bad