It feels as if the weight is inescapable and the darkness beneath it, blinding. Slowly, it’s suffocating you.
No matter how hard we try to make others happy in the way we speak or how we act, we continue to feel lonely and unloved.
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.
Sure enough, the side mirror slammed into the mailbox and immediately fell off it’s hinges. I hit the brakes and felt the rush of panic and remorse come over me.
But I’m a believer in the impossible, and know that if we set our hearts and minds to it, we can overcome anything.
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.