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Hello, darling.
Take a seat, whether that's in my lap or on my throne. That's right, you heard me. I don't offer these spaces to just anyone. Make yourself comfortable, before I change my mind.
Let's see if we can bring that smile back.. I don't know what it is specifically that's bothering you, but what I do know is that you're stronger than it.
Anxiety is a finicky thing, and you don't need to be a therapist to come to that conclusion. It emerges when you least expect it to. In moments of stress or during difficult circumstances. Perhaps those pesky hormones of yours are ruling your psyche. It happens.
I'm here to remind you that this feeling is temporary. Don't you roll your eyes at me, I know everybody says it.. but you're not hearing it from just anyone. You're hearing it from the King of Hell himself, and well.. I have a soft spot for you, my love, despite my better judgements. And seeing you like this, it genuinely wounds my soul. Figuratively speaking, of course.
You'll make it to the other end of the tunnel, even if you can't see the light yet. Here, hold my hand. I'll walk with you through the dark. After years of living amongst the pits of Hell, I have become quite the expert at it. If you stumble, I'll catch you.. and that's a King's promise.
Now, wipe those eyes. There we go, there's that smile I love so much. I want to hear you say that you've got this, and not in the cringeworthy way those mental health coaches tell you to online. Say it to me. Say it to yourself, whenever you feel your control slipping. Believe it, because you do.
You always do.