It’s desperately trying to stay afloat in the middle of an ocean as each wave takes you down. It’s trying to scream for help in a nightmare, but all that’s coming out is silence. It’s being trapped in your own body where nothing really makes sense.
What they don’t know is that it’s not that you’re striving for absolute perfection each time because you want to; it’s just your brain screaming at you that it isn’t good enough.
They are scared to lose control of their emotions. Love is scary for anyone, but for someone with this mental illness, it’s even more so frightening.
Know that this illness does not make them weak. Know that it doesn’t make them crazy or unstable. Please just love them for who they are, and that includes the bad parts too. Just love them as they are.
Anxiety doesn’t care about how happy we are or what is going on in our lives. It is always there. No matter what we do, no matter where we are, and no matter who we are with, it can happen at any moment. The fear. The shaking. The images that cross our mind at lightning speed. The panic. The twirling of our hair. The need for more oxygen. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
It means wanting everything to be perfect, but having trouble finding the motivation to give it your all. It means knowing you can, and probably should, accomplish a task relatively quickly, but something stops you dead in your tracks. The dreadful feeling is underneath your skin, weaving its way throughout every corner of you.
You joke about needing to be busy to be happy.