I am struggling with my anxiety for decades. Suffered a lot, missed out on a lot and frustrated plenty as well as angry.
one of the first things I told my therapist maybe 20 years ago was that I felt like I was stuck in a room with no windows or doors. No way to get answers, no escape from my circumstances, no idea that anything would help, basically hopeless. But after a while in therapy , I discovered I was sick with a mental illness - not a bad person or inferior to every other human, or just a waste. I discovered that therapy helped me. I discovered medication could help, I discovered that there was hope it’s just that I couldn’t see it because of my illness.
so I have a more mile in my journey. I am not cured nor the master of my demons. However, I have a fighting chance now. I have tools I can use. My thinking about myself has gotten better. I am able to find more joy in life than I used to.
It reminded me of the old saying “God can make a way out of no way”.
Just wanted to put something positive out there.
My prayers and well wishes to everyone in this community. Don’t give up. There are windows and doors you just can’t see them because you are sick.