so, if something I post is about a high school experience and the next is about when I turned eight, know that I am a work in progress.
I would rather be given empowerment than be given condolences. I would rather be treated as a human being with a story than as a psychology project.
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.