1. I won’t be a good ______________.
…friend,
girlfriend, employee, daughter, aunt, sister…and the list goes on. There are times when anxiety prevents me from
engaging. I don’t want to be around people. Everything is a reminder of something I want,
but don’t have, can’t do, etc. And so I
retreat. To others, though, I can
completely understand why my lack of engagement may seem like disinterest, like
I’m selfish, like I just don’t care.
Yet, I can’t always make myself put on a happy face and “fake it ‘til I
make it,” as the saying goes. In fact, I
am currently looking at a quote that says, “Be as you wish to seem.” Good advice, but easier said than done.
2. I will ruin my own life.
Similarly, if I’m perceived as a
bad friend, an uncaring girlfriend, a slacking employee, I stand to lose the
things in my life that are most important to me. If you could see into my soul, past the
layers of anxiety, fear, and sadness, you would see nothing but love. My actions, however, sometimes tell a
different story.
3. The people in my life won’t know how much
they mean to me.
Very few people know me well
enough to see through the veil of anxiety; to not be fooled by the mask of
detachment I sometimes wear. What
appears to be indifference is really no such thing. But I can’t expect people to read my mind.
4. I don’t understand where it came from.
As far as I
know, no one else in my family has struggled with anxiety or depression. So, if not genetics, then what? Why have I been dealt the hand of this
affliction? And, while I’ve certainly
always been a moody person, and probably suffered from some level of anxiety
for most of my life, beginning well before the diagnosis, this whole anxiety
thing still feels relatively new. I
actually cringe even using the word, as I feel it’s become overused to the
point of almost being cliché. But, I
assure you, it is very real.
5. It
will never go away.
The worst part about anxiety is
simply the intrusion on my ability to live the life I want to live, the life I
feel I deserve. I can’t handle things I
feel as though, as a normal human being, I should be able to handle, and I know
that makes no sense to people who can.
But the reality is, I guess I’m not “normal.” And I’m okay with that part. I just want to be able to feel emotions
without the debilitating aftermath. I
want to be able to endure common stressors without the crippling fear. I want to be able to show the people I care
about that they mean the world to me.
And I want to enjoy life in all of its beautiful, baffling glory.
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