Anxiety is when you feel an endless pit of guilt at the bottom of your stomach when all you did was read a book at the wrong time.
It’s when you feel like crying when all someone said was “____, please stop doing other teachers’ work in class. It’s very disruptive.” in a calm and collective voice.
It’s when you’re always afraid someone might hurt you even though they are probably someone who’d die for you.
It’s when you want to throw up because you failed a test. Once. On something you might not have been the best at to begin with.
It’s when you feel as if everyone has someone better to deal with than yourself, even if you’re all they’ve got.
Anxiety is a shit ton of pain and relentless feelings of worry and guilt. Even when it’s not necessary to feel that. Anxiety is shit. When people with anxiety need to be alone, let them. Life is hard. I have anxiety and constantly want to throw myself out of a window when my medication wears off for even a split second. Anxiety makes me feel as though I’ll never be good enough. Like I’m nothing special.
Anxiety is a rough thing to have, so when I’m in need, either hug me or leave me.