There isn’t anybody alive that at sometime doesn’t need help coping.
I could not leave my house, my room and sometimes not even my bed.
I felt like my mind had given up on me. I just didn’t see a future. I didn’t want to be here anymore.
You start to question everything. I felt so bad about myself, I didn’t like who I was. I just didn’t know how to bring myself out of it. I felt helpless not knowing which way to turn.
I didn’t want to step out of bed and face the world. People just don’t really know what it takes and how much suffering it is.
Living with anxiety is like being followed by a voice. It knows all your insecurities and uses them against you. It gets to the point when it is the loudest voice in the room. The only one you can hear.
I worry my depression and anxiety are always going to keep me from the person I dreamed of becoming. I had people saying it is all in your head; Do you honestly think I want to feel this way?
My anxiety is silent. You wouldn’t even notice a change on the outside. But I’m honestly so stressed I can’t even manage simple tasks. People call me lazy when in reality I’m just overwhelmed.
You have to tell yourself, I don’t have to take this day all at once, but rather, one step, one breath, one moment at a time. I am only one person. Things will get done when they get done.
You are strong for getting out of bed in the morning when it feels like hell. You are brave for doing things even though they scare you or make you anxious and you are amazing for trying and holding on no matter how hard life gets.
I find myself a stranger in my very own body, separated between my thoughts and emotions, that leaves me divided in silence and in pain.
Anxiety is the most silently painful experience. It makes no sense and you sit alone and suffer for an unknown reason. You can’t explain it. You can’t stop it. It is truly horrible.