anxiety is just so frickin fun. It’s like a little nauseating party in your stomach that makes your head hurt and your hands shake and your legs tap up and down and your chest feel like an elephant is sitting on them and your throat feel like it’s closing up.
I don’t know why such a fun party would ever bother me since everyone tells me all I have to do is chill like that’s so hard right? It’s not like my entire life revolves around anxiety and that “taking a chill pill” is hard for me or anything. It’s not like relaxing is something that I, a person who is constantly jumpy, on edge, and nervous about everything, can’t do.