Names

Names... 

Everyone who is anyone has one. 

Everything that is anything has one too. 

So why is there so much power in a Name? 

Is it the fear of giving something a name suddenly makes it real? 

Is it the shame that having something makes you differernt? 

Or is it the hope that if you don't name it, it will  go away? 

For a long time I didn’t know the name of the creature that lives in my lungs. 

I do now though, it's a He, his name is Anxiety. 

He's not very nice, he crushes my lungs when he wants things. 

Well it's mostly when he doesn't want Me to do things. 

I know him pretty well, I know crowded spaces make him nervous. 

I know public speaking has him running for cover. 

We understand each other, Anxiety and I.

He's  not my favorite Creature but He's not bad... per say. 

I have many Creatures that live inside me. 

Some of them are good, some of them are bad, some of them are neither good nor bad.

I have found however that when I give them a name, it lets me take control. 

They stopped being unnamed forces of evil working to tear me down. 

Instead they become Creatures that I could work with, not against. 

They Became a Part of Me. 

Names have power, I now know how to wield that power.