Princess Georgia and Bri Bear had been on the floor of their hideaway all night. Princess Georgia had run in, and slammed the door behind her after she felt the Anxiety Monster tiptoeing around her bedroom.
Princess Georgia was relieved to see her friend there too! Well, she didn't like that her new friend was also having a bad night, but she was thankful they could keep each other company, and try to keep each other calm. After a few hugs, and after The Princess had turned on the pretty pink fan she had dragged from her bedroom to keep them comfortable, the two friends entered into a very interesting kind of conversation.
"I would do ANYTHING to convince The Monster to leave me alone forever," Princess Georgia said. "I would give up all my dolls and all my books and all my toys if it meant never having to see him leering over my bed in the middle of the night ever again!"
"I would give up my home!" Bri Bear exclaimed. "If he could fit in there, and it meant he'd never bother me again, he could have it! I'd go find a new home. I'd go live in a tree or under a bridge with a Troll if it meant I'd never have to see The monster again."
"You could come live at my house," Princess Georgia promises. "It's a castle, so there's lots of room! But..I would much rather come join you and that ugly Troll under the bridge if it meant no more attacks."
"Maybe if we raised lots of money, like a bake sale! Maybe if we gave The monster lots of money, he would go away forever?" Bri Bear wondered.
"If I thought the Anxiety monster only attacked really special people, like Princesses...I would give up my crown."
"But you are THE Princess! You can't do that!" Bri Bear exclaimed.
"Maybe the Anxiety Monster thinks I'm a lousy Princess. Maybe if I stepped down, and gave my crown to someone else, He would be happier and leave me, and my kingdom alone. I would do that! I could be just a normal girl, with no one dressing me in fancy party gowns or bringing my breakfast up to my room every morning. I'd far rather be a meaningless nobody if it meant I'd never be attacked again.."
After being up, sick and anxious 3 times once finally getting to sleep in the first place, I had a similar conversation with a friend. Except, instead of offering up my dolls or my home, I said I wished Acute Panic Disorder was a cancer. I would gladly endure a surgery and then a few months of excruciating treatment and constant chemotherapy barfing, if when it was completed, I would NEVER feel sick to my stomach or overheat, or feel my heart rate triple in less then two seconds, or have to spend another single moment on this bathroom floor, ever again.
If the only way to CURE an anxiety disorder was to induce the mother-of-all-attacks...like that week before i was hospitalized and introduced to a mental institution...well, I would do that tomorrow. I would book time off work, apologize to all my loved ones for what I'm about to put them through, fill my bathroom with comfortable things, stock up on meds (No! I would do it all naturally if that was the only way) and brace myself for 168 hours of shaking and sweating and freezing and crying and starving and not sleeping and hallucinating and wanting to die.
I would do that. Does that makes me nuts? I mean, more nuts I already am?
It was a long night, but they had each other, at least, and when the sun came up, it had passed. The Monster had gotten exhausted from all his terrorizing, and Princess Georgia and her snuggly friend were able to open their big locked door, and take their own exhausted bodies to bed, for at least a little nap.
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