Anxiety is texting 5 different people at once and still thinking "Nobody likes you"
Anxiety is avoiding class because you'll have nobody to sit by: "Everyone will know you're alone."
Anxiety is getting that dream job and still thinking "You're a failure who's good at nothing."
Anxiety is that quiet thought at 3am that whispers "Nobody would notice if you were gone."
Anxiety is that tightness throughout your body when you try your hardest to ignore those thoughts.
Anxiety is the inability to breathe as you try to hide the fact that you're anxious.
Anxiety is...
exhausting, terrifying, inconvenient, and all-consuming.
It's not beautiful, or romantic. It gets in the way more times than not, and has ruined more than a few good things over the years.
But my anxiety is me. It's a part of who I am, but it's not my whole self.
The best way I've found to conquer the anxiety is to take away its power over me.
To focus on the positives, even when the anxiety whispers "All hope is lost."
