You made me feel like one of a kind. And that sounds so boring and expected because everyone says it but hear me out, okay? I’ve spent so much time just being one of the many adoring girls, so much time being another name in the pile. The words I said were never any different from what the rest would say. The ways I touched didn’t mean any more than their touches. And I thought that that was great while it lasted. I thought that the small bit of affection I received and the “I love you"s at night meant that I was doing fine. I thought that the “Good morning, love"s and the "Goodnight, sweetheart"s meant that he felt the way I felt the way we felt. Now, maybe he was texting the others whenever he texted me. Maybe the stares I used to catch would be directed at someone else when I walked away. Maybe the 2am phone calls only came just before he dialed someone else’s number. But now I have you, or at least I hope I do. And I don’t have to feel like I’m the only one in this.
Go ahead and be there for people. Offer a listening ear when they manage to heave the words they’ve been trying to say out of their throat. Be that shoulder to cry on when the dam breaks and their tears flood down their face. But remember, you are human. Not hospital, not clinic, human. And even they need to be maintained, so it’s only natural that you do too. Don’t forget yourself.
Having anxiety isn’t just feeling anxious, it’s caring so much of what others think that you live in constant fear. It keeps your mind racing on small things that aren’t even a big deal. It is a battle against you and your caring mind.