Instead of seeing it as a threat or something that I need to run from, I see it as a necessary stimulus for my growth. Something that I need to endure to become more mentally resilient. And it works.
Not everyone was made to love that way, and that’s all right, because most people will love you back in the best way they know how. You have to accept the different kind of loves there are in the world if you want to exist happily in it.
When you accuse us of faking something we try so hard to keep under control, you’re highlighting WHY we try to keep it under wraps.
I think more often than not, people took my shyness as me thinking that I was too good to be part of the group. And maybe this is just a part of the paranoia aspect of having anxiety, but either way, these reactions made me want to crawl even deeper into my shell and never come out.
Each day is a tightrope walk, a delicate balance between the carefully curated illusion of perfection you have created and the overwhelming panic that engulfs you underneath the facade.
Whether anxiety is a frequent or seldom visitor, it has the power to leave you exhausted, scared, and paralyzed.
People underestimate what anxiety really is. You want to call those who overthink everything, or make up scenarios in their head crazy, but you don’t understand: those with anxiety can’t control it.
It’s isn’t exciting. It isn’t as poetic, or romantic as it seems to be on television and books. It doesn’t just ‘go away’ when love or some miracle worker comes along. It stays. It lingers.
There’s a difference between “not being able to pay the bills” and “irrationally fearing that one day you may not be able to.”
Anxiety unlike depression isn’t a feeling of hopelessness but rather helplessness.