“And then there are anxiety attacks. For me, it comes in the sensation of someone grabbing my lungs so tightly that I can’t breathe while a loud voice echoes through my head and tells me that I can’t do it all. This can often result in me crying, and in the worst attack I had, I even threw up.”
You get up because you know you have to. You get up because you don’t want people to worry because you think that’s what being strong is. You tell your friends everything is fine, you laugh with them and you go out to eat with them. You act like nothing in the world is bothering you.