What is anxiety?
To some its just this term that people use as an excuse to freak out over their emotions or something. Truth is.. it’s not, it’s way more than that. Anxiety is a disease, a mind killing disease. Learning how to regain control of my own emotions is something i never pictured having to do. Never doing it for the reasons i have to now.
Understanding why some days felt harder than others makes sense now. Makes sense as to why my body starts to tense up, while i start to gasp for every ounce of air my lung can obtain. No more nights of questioning myself over why i’m freaking out the way i am.
Having to speak up, and tell my family what’s been going on is not something i ever expected having to do. I feel like telling them i need help dealing with my own thoughts make me seem weak to them. Just weak over all.
The biggest fear doesn’t come from having to tell them as much as what everyone will think of me. Will they think I’m crazy? Weak maybe? Will they no longer actually see me as a person, but as someone who they need to be careful with bevause she might break at any moment? Will they only see me with pitty? It’s these same questions that cause me and many other people to have anxiety attacks.
It would be amazing to be able to live in a world where we don’t judge people because of their differences, but reather praise them to make them feel more loved and cared for.