2017 I hope you’ll be gentle, but if you mess with me I will fight you. Bye 2016. You were a major bitch, but now I’m a bigger one.
I’ve woken up in a panic because I thought my dog was dying when she was in fact, snoring.
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.
We are not any less intelligent than you are. We are not any less mature or put together than you are. We are all the same, except for the fact that we can’t put a bandaid or a cast on our wounds.
Anxiety is not a joke. Anxiety is not funny. Anxiety is not something to ever laugh at. Period.
If you live with anxiety, you may feel like there is nothing out there that can help you and you may want to give up, but don’t.
You get intense hot flashes. Because the anxiety can be so intense, you sometimes will feel like every bone in your body is on fire.
I want to scream. I want to run. I want to feel everything and nothing at all.
Panic. Smothered. Worry. Silenced. Nervous. Scared. Spiraling. All of the above (and more) can be used to describe the harrowing world that it is to live with an anxiety disorder.
I’m not sorry my anxiety doesn’t come with a pause button. I’m not sorry I’m struggling with daily panic attacks that take double my effort to try and hide. I’m not sorry my optimism can’t always be found under the weight of my worries. I’m not sorry I have anxiety.