If you've read my blog before, you will have noticed my "Dear Becky" series . To amend any confusion, Becky is my GAD (anxiety). A mental illness. It's an evil entity, but it only fights for its own survival. No-one could really say that's wrong, as that's what we all do. But when a survival method becomes destructive, it's hated and loathed. 'Becky' seems like such a trivial name to give something so dark. They say giving something a name gives it power, and that's why I held off. But when the name was christened, the power was thrown onto me. I didn't feel weak anymore. I was able to take control. Then Becky wasn't such a dark entity anymore. She was still strong, capable of corrupting my mind, taking over my body, paralysing me. But I had grasped some control. I was determined to fight for my own survival, as Becky had fought for hers. She had fought long and hard and was no stranger to overkill, but with the simple act of nam
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