On the harder days, I need patience from those around me. Please don’t call me lazy, or tell me that if I just did something it would go away. I’ve tried that. I still do. But sometimes, doing something is just too much.
Without anxiety, I would lack the strength and perseverance I’ve come to lean on so many times in life. I wouldn’t be able to relate to and support the many others who deal with anxiety and mental illness.
I was caught in the vicious cycle of longing for deep, meaningful relationships but being too afraid to hold onto them.
It’s okay to struggle. It’s okay to have bad days. It’s okay to talk about it and it’s okay to ask for help.