I might hyperventilate beforehand, I might cry myself to sleep the night before, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that there are going to be days when I have the energy to push myself to do something terrifying. There are going to be days when I silence my anxiety for long enough to really live.
She has learned how much socializing she can handle before she needs to take a break. She has learned when to leave a party early. She has learned how to avoid unwanted conversations. She has learned how to deal with her anxiety as best as she can.
I feel like everyone else is ahead of me. I feel like my anxiety has been holding me back.
Don’t let one bad experience convince you to give up on yourself.
I still have a hard time loving myself, but I don’t treat myself like I am worthless anymore.
I deal with my anxiety by practicing what I’m going to say ahead of time. I will talk to myself in the car. I will write scripts for myself before making phone calls. I will daydream about social interactions in the shower.
By now, you’re used to the pain. You’re used to heartbreak. Used to disappointment.
When she tells you about her tattoo, she’s giving you a piece of herself. She’s exposing her soul. She’s cracking open her heart.
I am tired of thinking that everyone else deserves more than I do.
I am never going to find happiness unless I risk letting myself dream, letting myself reach, letting myself grow upwards and outwards.