You’ll feel your heart racing. Your pulse so high. You’re convinced you might be dying from a heart attack.
We know we’re a lot to handle and sometimes hard to love. We do things that drive normal people insane, but we simply can’t control it.
You can’t fix them, so don’t try. There really is nothing that you can say that they probably haven’t already heard, so the best “solution” is to just be accepting and patient, because that’s all they really want in the end honestly.
A panic attack always begins the same way. I lose all warmth in my extremities and I begin to shake.
You’ll begin to understand that anxiety cannot be healed. You’ll begin to understand that anxiety is not like a broken leg, or a sprained wrist. And you’ll begin to understand that anxiety is a chemical imbalance, not a cry for attention.
People hid things about themselves because they are paralyzed at the prospect of hearing judgment, because they don’t have the tools to heal, because they don’t know such tools exist, because they are cowed into accepting mistreatment.
I’ve begun to believe it myself. Every time I feel my chest get heavy, my hands get sweaty, my vision become disconnected, I tell myself to suck it up: that it’s all in my head. Maybe it is.
It’s the feeling that someone is always mad at you. Even if you can’t come up with a single reason why, you are sure you MUST have done something wrong.
I’ve dealt with anxiety since I was about 18 years old. Something happened around that age that made me realize I wasn’t in control of the world around me. I don’t consider my anxiety to be super debilitating and it doesn’t affect my life all that much on a large scale, but I have my triggers.
You can’t leave your house, yet you can’t sit still, either. Every action of the day is an immense battle of will.