Skydiving is the epitome of having ZERO control.
We are girls with anxiety whose favorite word is I’m sorry.
We are the generation of mental illness. Of anxiety. Of depression. Of stress that turns to ulcers. We are the generation defined by the sickness in our minds. Of not knowing how to fail. We are the generation that tears ourselves apart because we can’t achieve perfection. We are the generation full of panic. Of Xanax and Zoloft and Valium.
“Everything is Worst Case Scenario even if your rational brain knows everything will be fine.”
She’s strong, because she shows up, even when she’s shaking. She speaks, even when it’s with a cracked voice. She keeps breathing, even when those breaths are shaky.
I stay up at night, because my heart is beating too fast. My lungs are sucking in air too fast. My thoughts are racing too fast, making me terrified of what the future will bring.
Anxiety is crying yourself to sleep because you just KNOW the house will burn and your father will die trying to save all of you.
I’m done feeling like a burden. Feeling like I am less of a fantastic human being because of a chemical imbalance in my brain. And if you can’t handle my imperfect life, if you can’t handle that I have a mental illness, you can walk away. You can get out of my life.
Don’t judge. Never judge. Don’t push them to talk about it. Just be a listening ear. Be a shoulder for them to rest their tired head on. Be this person’s rock.
People need to stop treating anxiety, or any other mental illness as the next big fashion accessory. Having anxiety is not trendy, it’s a debilitating mental disease, and pretending to have it because it fits in to your sob story does not make it any easier for those of us who suffer every day.