Anxiety

Anxiety is a bitch. Excuse the language but it has to be said. It convinces you that no one wants you around. It convinces you that you aren’t good enough. That promotion you work your ass off, it tells you that you’ll never get it. It tells you that no one loves you. When your friends are going to come see you and you suggest that they not come that day and they agree, you immediately think they didn’t even want to come in the first place. You just done them a favor. Yes, it was your idea for them not to come. But your anxiety just convinced you that you just let them off the hook because they didn’t really want to come anyhow. You second guess everyone’s motives, not because you don’t trust them, but because your anxiety has convinced you that there must be another reason behind them doing what they are doing. Anxiety steals your peace of mind, it robs you of your rest, and sometimes prevents you from having good friendships/relationships. It keeps you from just being you. Anxiety is real. Seek help and I don’t mean go and get meds or see a therapist, unless that is what is needed. Sometimes just speaking out to those closest to you about what is going on is enough, but be open and honest. Tell them about your anxiety. Let them know what you are dealing with. Let them help you through it. If they aren’t willing to be understanding and try to help you through it, then maybe it’s not a bad idea to lose those friendships/relationships.

If you are friends with someone dealing with anxiety, be supportive of them. Be reassuring, be compassionate, be there for them. Reach out to them when they are drifting away. Let them know they are safe with you. Love them extra on their hard days and just be a friend. Know they are always trying.