I am heavier because I get to have meals with my family where I’m not afraid of being judged. I’ve gained weight because I spend every Friday with my best friend watching RuPaul and eating pizza. I’ve gained weight because I am surrounded by people who love me unconditionally in whatever shape or size I come in.
Everyone probably knows someone or is friends with someone that experiences anxiety. It can be really hard to know what to say to these friends if you haven’t actually had anxiety yourself.
I think of my life before college. All the signs that pointed to my success. My grades, my affirmation, my ability to excel at anything and everything and nothing at all.
Soon, you stop talking and social media becomes the only reason you know anything about their life.
I’m done saying sorry. I’m done being treated like I am the worst person in the world because I have to take care of my mental health before I take care of other people. I’m done having to say sorry to people who don’t understand what I am going through. I’m done apologizing for taking care of me.
My grandmother never taught me to be scared. She was light, and laughter… a pen pal, a side kick. My Peter Pan.
The tricky thing is that, when you run from failure, you inevitably run from success as well. Yup, apparently, failure and success are part of a combo plan. If you want one, you’ve got to take the other as well.
Learn to get comfortable with being uncomfortable, that’s where the growth happens.
When you’re a friend with someone who has anxiety, you’re friends with someone who will never neglect you. They aren’t going to ditch you for other people, or the ‘cool’ crowd. They know your loyalty and wouldn’t ever dream of giving up a wonderful friendship. You make them feel more comfortable and more at ease. Why would they ever give that up?