I responded, “How?”
And I don’t sleep. No matter how tired I am I can’t seem to make it through the night and wake up in the morning.
5:45 AM. you’re losing your mind. this isn’t normal.
I’ll never be a good enough friend, sister, daughter, girlfriend.
So there I was, the 24-year-old big sister, sitting at her desk and painting my nails sky blue, trying to casually talk to her about you know, suicide and rape and drinking and mental health.
It’s in that moment I ask myself if this is the life I want to live.
I’m here for you, 24 hours a day.
The best thing you can say is I’m here for you. We are going to get through this. You are not alone.
I wish that I was a person who didn’t deal with anxiety to the point that I couldn’t handle it on my own.
People with anxiety have a keen ability to understand others. Because they know a lot of what is said doesn’t come out of someone’s mouth.