anxiety is horrible.
one minute you’re fine. you feel okay, you feel like maybe nothing can happen or go wrong.
and then you’re struggling to breathe. suddenly everything looks, sounds and feels off, and you can’t quite put your finger on it. “did he just glare at me? do i have something on my face?”
"what did she mean by that? was she colder than normal?"
"is that vagueblog about me? what did i do?"
"everyone hates me."
those thoughts swirl around your mind until they are there permanently etched into your brain. you can’t make them go away, and you’re left shaking and sobbing because it’s not just a what-if, those thoughts are UTTER TRUTH.
it’s a disorder, it’s a mental illness. anxiety is a sickness, and we can’t help how we feel. we hate it just as much as the rest of you, believe me. it’s crippling and we already feel like we belong in the lowest circle of hell.
if you feel like you can’t handle a constant meltdown or several questions of “are you sure you don’t hate me?” then you need to remember WE CAN’T HELP IT. we’re not doing it for attention, we’re not doing it to secretly laugh at you. we honestly don’t know.
don’t humor us. tell us what you really think. don’t brush it under the rug and pretend it doesn’t exist.
anxiety is a cruel mistress. she weaves her way into our heads and has such a strong grip on our actions, our thoughts, our emotions. we are not strong enough to believe any better.
give a little. be patient. tell someone you love them. tell them constantly. tell someone how much they mean to you. offer hugs. spam their inbox.
and remember: if you were in our shoes, what would you want?