I'm not sure how to tell my story. I've been experiencing a heavy amount of anxiety since as far back as I can remember. My childhood was rocky. Explosive step-dad. Nothing interesting there. The doctors tell me its why I am the way I am though. My entire existence summed up to the person who molded me. They are right, I'm sure. I don't think there is anything else there aside from my name. Jenna, if you care. At the same time, I feel like existence to me is hindering, not that I'm depressed because I'm not. I just don't enjoy what my anxiety makes me feel on a daily basis. I always feel like somethings wrong. I'm always overthinking something. I'm always tired. I either go manic or shut down when I speak to another human being, if I speak to another human being. Usually, it's a shut down because of the fact I assume nobody wants to hear shaky words come out of a person who is red and sweaty. But that's it, isn't it? The disorder itself? Fear of the words inside someone else's brain. Do they hate me? Is he thinking about someone else? He sounded a little different just now, maybe he met someone? Do they think I look stupid standing here pumping gas in my car? I wonder if that complete stranger has noticed I'm having a hard time figuring out where to sit my hands in my lap so I don't look funny? It's a bit demeaning and silly this disorder. The thing about having anxiety to me is that you're in a perpetual state of chaos yet still self aware. You predict the chaos, you live in the chaos, you talk about the chaos but you also know it's not even there. Talk about crying over spilt milk. You never even had any milk to spill. The fucking sky is always falling (which is only cute when the chicken says it). All this to say, I'm struggling. I'm over the "hardship". I don't want to feel how I feel anymore. I don't want to isolate myself anymore. I don't want to feel like I'm having a heart attack out of nowhere anymore. I don't want to have to need 5 business days to get over the last tiny thing that stressed me out anymore. I don't want to feel like my world is crashing down every time I wake up in the morning. I don't want to feel like a freak anymore.
Words of advice? Even an "I can relate" would do me some good.
Thanks for reading if you did and if you didn't you didn't miss much.