The past 2 weeks have been hard. My head hurts from lack of sleep. My body aches from the constant nightmares. My throat hurts from screaming through the tears. I am tired.
I have been drowning in my own loneliness and in my own fears, and now I am finally trying to come up for air.
Anxiety has a way of shutting you down. Closing your eyes and your mind to the struggles of those around you. It suffocates you and clouds your judgement. It makes you feel like you are the only one in pain and that there is no one on your side who could possibly understand.
But the thing is, no one in this world has an easy life. We just get caught up in our own troubles that we don’t notice them. And we expect people to understand. We hope they will be sympathetic. We want them to be on our side. But everyone has a hard life. Everyone is struggling. And there is no reason why anyone should have to take on our struggles as their own. We can’t expect everyone to feel what we feel. To hurt as we hurt. To understand.
As someone who lives with mild-severe anxiety, I think its important to understand and remember that everyone is struggling. And while everyone may not always share in our struggles, we are not alone. We are not alone. We are not alone.