I suffer. Yes. I 100% believe in healing and know that Jesus has taken my iniquities and is faithful to me, but in my own devotion to Him I also know that even if it doesn’t happen, the very fact that He is my Lord and Savior will never change.
To the boy who sat next to me on that airplane, thank you for restoring my faith in men.
I am a 23 year-old woman. I am a younger sister, a daughter, a granddaughter, an employee, and a girlfriend.
I fear that I don’t deserve your love and affection. I fear that you’ll change your mind, and the love and happiness I experience with you will be yanked from underneath me.
No one can know about my disorder. Hold your shit together. No one can know about my disorder. Don’t trust anyone.
Bravery: I know it may not seem like it at times, but it takes a lot of courage and strength to get out of bed and face the world when all you want to do is curl up in a ball and hide from everything.
I’m tired of having constantly stress that I’m stressed out in every aspect of my life. I’m tired of worrying. I’m tired of panicking. I’m tired of suffering. I’m tired of trying.
The best way to beat anxiety is to know how to recognize what is anxiety and what isn’t.
The first thing you need to know about depression is that it creeps up on you and rewires you and strips you of your emotional stability and strength. It’s never a choice.
What I abhorred even more were people that disappointed me. W hy though? I wasn’t perfect, why did I expect others to be?