I sometimes feel that I am actually addicted to my anxiety, depression and panic attacks. I have had these issues from as far as I can remember, since I was 5 years old (kindergarten). Throughout the years it has gotten better in some aspects and situations and worse in others. But throughout my entire life, it is all i've known. Even though it is a horrible feeling, in a sick twisted way it is also somewhat of a comfort because it's been such a constant in my life. I don't really know how to act without my anxiety holding me back. It's part of my identity. In my mind, I feel like whenever I try to "fight it" or "get over it" like people say I should, I am betraying it. I know it's twisted.. but does anybody else understand or feel the same?
Posts You May Be Interested In
A friend sent this to me..As far as I can see, grief will never truly end.It may become softer overtime, more gentleand some days will feel sharp.But grief will last as long as Love does - ForeverIt's simply the way the absence of your loved onemanifests in your heart. A deep longing accompaniedby the deepest Love some days. The heavy fog mayreturn and the next day, it may recede.Once again, it's...
Today is my 25th birthday, to my somewhat lack of surprise I can see already no one really seems to care. I've always been the kinda person to make sure that everyone I Care about feels appreciated and knew somebody had their back. I can count 4 times this year when I Went out of my way to make sure a "friend" felt good on their birthday, especially if they got left hanging. Its early in the...