To be honest, I didn’t have a hard life growing up. I had many advantages that a lot do not. I never had to worry about food, shelter, any wants or needs.
Unfortunately, mental illness doesn’t care about these things.
I have severe anxiety. I feel the need to achieve perfection which is, of course, absolutely impossible. I feel the need to please everyone. I’ve often put the needs and wants of others over my own, and have occasionally lost myself in this process. I feel like I put on masks daily, different ones, depending on my environment and who I’m around and what kind of person I think I need to be from moment to moment.
Anxiety is like a worm in your brain, that slowly eats at the happiness, telling you that you are not enough, telling you that you can’t do it, whatever “it” is.
Some days, you have to respect the worm and let it win.
Embrace it, break down, cry, scream. Let it happen. But always remember to cling onto the hope and knowledge that you can get through it. And then tomorrow you can be a warrior again.