Anxiety sucks. Nothing even has to trigger it, but worry and stress will make their way to even the smallest of things. And when there’s too much on your plate, you literally feel like you can’t breathe.
You ever have days where you wake up hours before you’re supposed to? Just start thinking about everything surrounding your life (i.e. school, work, family, friends, etc.) and just have a long, hard cry? You cry so much you just want it to stop, but it doesn’t. It almost feels like a release– almost.
So you tell yourself you’ll make it through even though you know that’s only half-true. Because once you make it out of the suffocating, the pressure comes back tenfold. Frustration hits you harder than ever before and the cycle begins again.
The worst part of it is, no one will ever really understand and no one can really help. They don’t see you and your words go over their head. All they know is that at times you’re a high-strung whacko and other times you’re quiet and lost in deep thought. Your highs and lows become some radical wave that helps steady the messy vertigo of emotions.
"Just relax," they always say. Don’t you think I’ve tried that already?