When I am around my friends, I never shut up. I am the loudest one in the room.

Sometimes, I will sit in my towel for hours to avoid leaving the house.

This is for the girl whose pulse sometimes feels like a rocket headed for space but trapped in her body.

I have to rewrite texts ten times before sending, because I am always worried about saying the wrong thing.

Sometimes my anxiety acts up when I am around someone who has never made me nervous before.

Your anxiety is going to make you feel like a burden — but your person should never make you feel that way.

I am consistently outside of my comfort zone, breathing heavy and hiding my shaking hands, but that does not make me weak. That takes strength.

When I’m interested in dating someone, I will not complain when they wait days to text me back or when they flirt with others right in front of my face.

It sucks to be the student who aces every test but gets less than an A because she failed to raise her hand and participate in group discussions.

I am allowed to be proud of myself for answering the phone instead of letting it go to voicemail. I am allowed to be excited about raising my hand in class instead of letting someone else answer the question.