Power Team

So the story continues with the power team of the dynamic demons that plague me. The triple threat that makes Fear and Attachment look little kids. The easiest to deal with is Anxiety. Her hapzardly chopped brown hair is tossed into a messy bun and her teal eyes are always glossed over. Her eyes dart around as she picks at her oversized knit sweater. She picks at it like the things she chooses to stress about. She slips on her fuzzy bunny slippers when she wants to get cozy and fixated on nonexistent fears and made up stressors. Sometimes they are real but she blows them so out of proportion that they've become entirely new issues. Anxiety always wonders what people think of me, how I dress, how I act, how I talk. But Depression slinks over in their onesie, not because its comfy but because its their only clean laundry. Depression hasn't done laundry in over a month and the onesie isn't even clean anymore because they haven't showered in a week. You can tell by the gross, greasy frizz of a mess their hair is in. Depression sits beside Anxiety to let her know that no one is actually judging me because no one cares. I'm not worth their insults and inquiry. Which only makes Anxiety worse because now she has more things to worry about like envitable death and being alone for the rest of my life. There's nothing like having an Anxiety attack while having an Anxiety attack. So Depression goes to chill in their corner looking into their own jade green eyes in their mirror. They hate what they see in their reflection. Dysphoria glares back at them with a sneer. He slips out of the mirror and stands face to face with Depression. Dysphoria's hair is slicked back but he still pulls a comb from his immaculate suit to correct his already perfect hair. He's too good at his job. He even makes Depression hate their self and they love being a junk hermit. So imagine the grief he gives Anxiety. She goes from bad to worse very quick. But his favorite figure of torment is myself of course. He takes Anxiety's words and amplified them. Worrying about how I dress becomes you'll never pass wearing that. He intensifies Depression making their self depracating jokes into daydreams of conversations of discrimination and hate. Anxiety by herself is an easy person to deal with. But when Depression and/or Dysphoria team with her its a nightmare of never ending hate. I get stuck in my head and its so hard to pull myself out. My smile is sometimes a cry for help I mask as happiness because how dare I feel anything but positivity.