Sometimes I look in the mirror and I wonder what happened to the person I used to be.
I don't necessarily say this from a saddening perspective but more so of a curious one,
Like why are we the ones chosen to be plagued with this horrible overly anxious mind that causes us to believe the smallest things will harm us in great ways when it's just a figment of false danger.
I remember days where the only times I even knew anxiety was when I was going to ride a ride, talk to a pretty girl, get a present etc. now if I eat something a little hot and my tongue swells a bit I'm believing I'm going to die, or if I hear something random or have a headache I'm thinking I have something wrong with my brain. I'm sure a lot of you can relate that this "anxiety" isn't a part of us, it's something at some point we picked up & we have to learn to make it go away, realize normal anxiety is natural but what isn't natural is letting normal things throw you into a state of thinking the end is near. It's so hard sometimes but I know all of us will get over it.
I hate hate hate anxiety especially the health anxiety I have thinking everything is going to end me but I know that we will all overcome it some day soon, so to all of you reading I have nothing but love for all of you and I hope you all stay strong in the fight against this mental illness.