I Need You To Love My Anxiety Too

I need you to love every little bit of me, and I need you to understand that my anxiety is a big part of me.

I need you to love my anxiety and understand it is completely normal for me not to want to leave my house all day. I need you to be understanding and compassionate because little things affect me in a big way.

I need you to love my anxiety and understand that my apologies will come even when I do nothing wrong. I need you to understand that I am not being dramatic, but I make myself believe I am offending you or bothering you.

I need you to love my anxiety and understand that I will overanalyze every last bit of our conversations. I will mull over the tone of your voice, or wonder why the conversation came to an abrupt stop.

I need you to love my anxiety and understand that I will need reassurance that you will not leave one day. I also need you to understand that I am trying to trust you, but my first instinct is to doubt you.

I need you to love my anxiety and understand that I am not being irritable because I am upset with you. Most of the time, I don’t know why I am irritable, and I don’t know how to better my mood. I hope you do not take this personal.

I need you to love my anxiety and understand that I am not being emotional for no reason. My anxiety likes to trick me into worrying about many problems, mainly the illogical ones. At times it will feel as if I am drowning in my emotions, but at other times it will feel as if I am sitting in a desert, void of any feelings at all.

I need you to love my anxiety and understand that I will always think of myself as replaceable. I will look at you as the one star who shines the brightest, but I know you will never feel this same way. I will always assume there is someone more important than me, but it is something I will accept early on, I just hope you can accept it, too.

I need you to understand that I wish I could be easier for you to love, and I need you to learn to love my anxiety because I need to see that someone else could love all the bits of me, even the ones that I hate.