We are girls with anxiety whose favorite word is I’m sorry.
I’m never going to be the confident one. Not in myself. Not in you. Not in us. That’s going to be your most important role.
Everyone sees how nervous you are.
Anxiety is clinging to every mistake I made or haven’t made yet.
You lie to others to hide your greatest flaw.
And here tonight, her hand on her chest as her heart feels like shattering.
She is looking out the window as tears are silently running.
Understanding someone with anxiety is believing that they truly are sorry when they mess up and they’ve probably spent nights thinking what to say to you.
Inside the mind of a teen with anxiety, is like a hamster that never stops running on a wheel.
Every single day is an exact copy of the one that came before it. I wake up. I work. I watch TV. I go back to bed.
By trying to do everything perfectly, you are giving power to the person who sets the standard.