Anxiety is figuring out how to deal with it.
I feel rushed by the sun and relieved on cloudy days when I can stay inside and study without feeling anxious.
Despite my attempts to destroy it, despite the feeling of finally being free, it always finds me. Growing stronger, clinging tighter. Forcing me into withdrawal once again.
In silence, we make room for self-awareness and the ability to be in control of our actions, rather than under their control.
This is really tricky, but just because you feel a certain way — an unspecified tension in the air, a quickened pulse, whatever — doesn’t mean that it’s true.
Mental illness does not mean being “crazy.”
It’s easy to stay in your room and watch Netflix all night.
1. You nervously misspeak during simple exchanges. The waiter says “Enjoy your meal” and you reply, “You too!” An acquaintance asks “What’s up?” and you say “Fine, and you?” 2.
“I could go to a fortune teller. What if they tell me that I am going to die?! Or worse, what if they tell me that there’s no good news?”
There are no words. Just anxiety.