Are you normal? Yes? No? Lucky you. Abnormal or not, I bet that you are not a slave to yourself.

A slave to yourself? How can you be a slave to yourself, you may ask? It actually can happen. A part of you will want to do something when the rest of you does not, but you do it anyway.

It is torture. You feel trapped with no one to turn to. Unfortunately for me, that part soon transformed into a real person.

Before, I was normal. I lived a normal life and enjoyed spending time with my loved ones. And yeah, I did have some problems. I remember being diagnosed with asthma and discovering that I was allergic to cats and dogs. Still, I did not let my asthma define me.

However, what I am about to tell you is way worse than my asthma. At least, that is what it feels like to me.

I love writing stories and had so many creative ideas. So much creativity. So little time. That is why I started writing almost every day. I figured that if I did not write, it would be a day wasted.

Everything was going great. I was getting so much done. That is, until a part of me had enough.

It began when I was at a restaurant with my parents. I was sitting and eating when I felt this...weird feeling. I cannot describe it, but I know that something was just not right.

Weeks later, I stayed at home by myself because I was not feeling good. I was greeted again with that weird feeling. Only this time, it was not settled.

The next thing that I knew, my body scrambled out of my bed and ran around the house. I was so sure that I would collapse on the floor and die that I was ready to call 911!

Seconds later, the feeling vanished in a flash of light, and my body returned to normal. I was breathing heavily and on the verge of tears.

What the heck was wrong with me?

When my parents returned from the restaurant, I told them everything, and they said that they would take me to my doctor.

The next day, I explained to the doctor the strange feeling and what had been happening, and she said that it was caused by anxiety.

Okay. So what was causing my anxiety?

She thought at first that it was the thyroid because my thyroid was enlarged, but the tests came back negative. I was unsure whether to be happy or sad.

As time passed, my anxiety got worse. Yes, I had medicine, but it did not seem to be working. I was so frustrated that I wanted to rip my hair out.

Then, my life changed dramatically.

I was lying in bed and about to go to sleep when I heard a voice. A male voice. But it sounded like that it was coming from inside my head!

"Hello. It is nice to finally to talk to you. And take over your life."

I have been unable to speak since then. I am now a puppet, and Anxiety is my master.

I wish that I could do something. Alas, there is nothing that I can do.

Anxiety is in full control, and I am his tool. And if I do not do what he says, he will end my life.

Whatever shall I do?