I think I have anxiety. Why, you may ask.
Am I a professional at diagnosis? Am I researching the subject? Am I going through a rough patch of life?
No to the first two, and for the third, well aren’t we all? There’s always something bothering someone, it’s the nature of this life. Or so I think.
I think I have anxiety because it’s not exclusive to anything in my life and probably not because of anything either.
This bubbling pile in me is just there; not as part of a particular situation or event, or connected to an incident or relationship. It’s just simmering away, not at the brim, but not a tickle either.
Is this what being anxious feels like?
I know I have been depressed; at a time of heart breaks and betrayals. But I overcame it all and fell harder and stayed in love with the world, and stayed strong.
So, to me this feeling is quite novel. Underneath my usual day and my usual life, there’s something sad picking at my insides.
For a 26-year old, I think my life is pretty good. I have a job, one I love and can earn from; I have a beautiful family, though murderous tendencies rise sometimes (don’t they always, lol) and I have an amazing man to love.
Then why is this bubbling happening? Why do I feel like running away (always with my partner)? Why do I cry myself to sleep? Why are there so many bloody questions and no answers?
I would love an open discussion. Take care peeps and be happy ❤
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