My anxiety, my problem.

Anxiety can be isolating. If you don’t know what I mean, imagine having a disease that gets worse the fewer people you come into contact with, but you’ve been told (and believe) you must not contact anyone.

Over the years, I’ve lost contact with the best of friends because I didn’t want to burden them. Of course, this thinking is toxic and illogical. Friends are there (and in my case, would have been there) to help, to reassure, to comfort, to love. Great friends (like I had) will keep pestering (they weren’t pestering) you to keep in contact and see how you are. If you can, I urge you to reach out to these people. These people care about you more than you know. To my friends (you still are my friends), I thank you for trying and I love you more than you’ll ever know. I’m sorry if I never replied, I’m sorry if I cancelled last minute, just know that I wanted to see you.

Anxiety doesn’t have to be isolating. The more I open up, the more it helps. The saying “a problem shared, is a problem halved,” really does work with anxiety (at least mine). Although I can count the people I’ve opened up to on one hand (with two fingers), it makes a huge difference, and you can finally be yourself around these people. If you have anxiety right now, and haven’t told anyone, talk to someone today. It might just be the best thing you do.

Thanks to all the people who read (and even liked!) my previous post. Maybe more tomorrow, see you later.