Taking care of everyone else.
As much as possible, I try to look at mental illness as just that – an illness. Not a personality trait. Not a definitive factor. But a health issue that needs to be addressed. A problem that ought to be solved.
And guess what? My so-called enviable thigh gap and six pack weren’t the reason I wasn’t able to get on the flight.
As someone who has suffered from mental illness for a long time, I understand people feeling weary about sharing their feelings with friends and family.
Not everybody is going to understand your struggle. Mental illness, like many other issues in our society, has a lot of stigma attached to it. People are going to tell you things like ‘it’s all in your head.’
I am pushing through each and every day.
In my experience, deep down everybody is happy, strong, and with high self-esteem. I find the underlying limiting and false beliefs, among other factors, which are currently blocking them from feeling these amazing feelings.
When I was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder right before I turned 30, it only added to my anxiety.
She’s afraid if you know the depth to her anxiety, you won’t love her as much. You’ll decide to find someone else. Someone with less baggage. A girl a bit easier to love.
When anxiety is winning, I need alone time. I need to be on my own to relax, breathe, journal and just be by myself. I’ll come back when my heart has stopped feeling like it’s going to burst out of my chest, my hands aren’t shaking and I can breath again.