Anu;
"Why?" He queries, and I hesitate, but the words come anyway.
"Because my brain doesn't shut up," I confess, and I see that gets his attention.
"It does this annoying thing where it always loops…. And questions everything… It assumes the worst, replays conversations… and even imagines disasters that haven't even happened." I confess nervously as I press my palms flat against the cool island.
"If I don't write it down, it just… keeps echoing." I continue, and he watches me carefully.
"I… I have anxiety," I confess finally, and the word sits between us.
I wait for him to tell me anxiety is just bad habits, and isn't a real thing… I wait for him to sigh like Mom would, but he doesn't.
"It's not dramatic or anything. It's just… loud. All the time." I quickly add in defence, but his expression doesn't change. No pity. No discomfort.
