anxietynouna feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease about something with an uncertain outcome.“he felt a surge of anxiety”
Are her hands trembling? Does she break a sweat at the sight of you? Can you hear the thumping of her heart when you approach? Are her palms sweaty? Is she always tired? Are her eyes dilated?… These are the questions you are taught to ask, clear signs of anxiety forced onto us but we experience it in different forms, and shapes and it breaks us differently. We are criticized because we band together but we are the people who have open minds, we do not limit the pain to an arm cast in a sling, or a band-aid wrapped around a finger… we experience pain silently and therefore we do not search for scars to pick at and hope to see blood. You see it as “misery loves company” but we believe in “there is strength in numbers”. We live with the beast but contrary to what Hollywood has portrayed, beauty does not accompany him.
My anxiety is agoraphobic, it hides in plain sight but I belong to a generation blinded by aesthetics so my red lips and winged eyeliner is an indication that everything is perfect, that my life is going as well as my makeup today. My anxiety is a parasitic bond that is unshakeable, dancing in the crevices of my mind, in spaces it does not belong in. My anxiety sits on my shoulder whispering words I am not ready to hear, a manifestation of emotions I am unable to comprehend. You ask me to explain feelings I did not choose to unravel, how am I to paint you a picture when I am not the artist, I am only the canvas. Why must I frustrate my already frustrated self only to be fed generic responses to an affliction you may have only experienced through a song or a book?.
It’s the thing that keeps us up at night, the thing that makes our conversational skills barely existent… Anxiety is the reason why you have never spoken to your crush because the word hello feels like hellfire shooting from your chest to the tip of your tongue and even if you manage to withstand the pain of a greeting, your mind will convince you that his response meant anything but hello. You spend hours a day trying to figure out what triggers your irrational fears because there are 5 major forms of anxiety and some days you are experiencing them all at once.
You are completely baffled as to why crowds make you claustrophobic but you’re content sitting in a dark corner of your bedroom, don’t get me started on surprises, we all like nice things but can you tell me I’m about to walk into a room full of people waiting to yell happy birthday about 3 days in advance so I can schedule my hyperventilation for when all the guests have gone home. Don’t tell me “we need to talk”, that phrase makes me want to puke and faint at the same and don’t you dare move the piece of paper perfectly aligned with the corner of my desk because that will ruin my entire day and I will have no explanation for my anger over trash you only wished to throw away because you thought you were doing a nice thing, it was not nice, this is my space, my OCD would love for you to get out!
My anxiety is like living in a carnival, some days I get to win the giant bear and sip on a cherry Slurpee, and other days I’m forced strapped on the roller coaster plummeting straight into a dark abyss of emotions I don’t know how to shake off. There are times when I don’t realize that I’m gritting my teeth until I have a horrid headache or that I’ve been staring at the floor during our conversation because I’m trying to focus on keeping my voice from breaking.
Days become a blur when you’re trying hard not to let insecurities seep through big smiles and small talk. It’s being afraid to talk about the deep stuff because it comes across as a weakness or just another romanticized ploy to attract attention. It’s not divulging the secrets you were forced into hiding because anxiety is a synonym for sadness, so the moment I make a joke with a friend or post a cute selfie that is an indication that I’ve been cured. No one believes in the ups and the downs of my madness… not every day is bad, but not every day can be great. It’s having so much to say but the words are rushing through my veins and I have convinced myself that to get them out I need to cut through flesh so that you can understand my spirit.
Contrary to the beliefs of society…
anxiety is not one size fits all.
Sometimes talking is hard but there are times when a little conversation takes the weight off just a little… if you or a loved one needs help please reach out to someone.
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You have an amzing gift of making people feel the things you’re feeling. This made me laugh, cry, think and come back for more.
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Thank you for your kind words! ❤