Anxiety is wanting to be understood while often being incapable of explaining our true feelings.
It’s saying all the wrong things at all the wrong times.
For me, having anxiety means that I’ll naturally revert back to negative thinking if I’m not thoughtfully and actively reminding myself to be optimistic, or if the man I’m dating gives me too much space, which becomes room to wonder.
Is he truly interested in pursuing this, or is he continuing to look at other options?
It’s knowing we’re over-reacting yet not being able to contain our reactions.
It’s knowing in our hearts that we deserve to be understood, accommodated and forgiven, yet rarely getting those things.
They were nice enough to leave some earplugs in the night tables.
A lot of anxiety stems from feelings of uncertainty.