Yesterday, I reblogged “depression is a liar” from @hpwritesblogs. Today, I’m going to expand on that and talk about my own battle with anxiety.
I can’t pinpoint when it started, but I’ve been anxious for as long as I can remember. Mostly, I’m anxious about school and life in general. It’s definitely worse when I’m in school, because college has its own four-year-long set of challenges. Even then, my anxiety is fickle. One week, I could be the poster child for self-confidence, but the next I’m a blithering mess of tears. It is not something I choose, but it is something I have to live with daily. In a perfect world, I’d be the picture of health. But this isn’t a perfect world, so I’m not. I hate the random panic attacks and other forms of anxiety. In a word, it is debilitating. Some days I don’t even want to get out bed, let alone go to school and function in society. It is not something I have control over, but I’m working on that. I may never have complete control of it. I’ll just have to learn to cope with it.