anxiety lies.

Anxiety sucks.

Anxiety makes me question the people I love the most.

Anxiety makes it so I cannot shut my brain off.

Anxiety affects my relationships.

Anxiety makes me feel like an awful person.

Anxiety makes me feel like there is something wrong with me.

Anxiety makes me feel like I am drowning in my own thoughts

Anxiety tells me that the stupid thing I said 5 years ago is still remembered and thought about.

Anxiety tells me that panic is normal.

Anxiety tells me to keep quiet and not talk about what’s going on inside my head.

Anxiety tells me that I’m having a heart attack when it’s just a panic attack.

Anxiety tells me insominia is normal and that everyone has nights they can’t fall asleep until 2 or 5am.

Anxiety told me that I can’t get help for the anxiety for years.

Anxiety tells me that people are judging me.

Anxiety tells me that I am too much.

Anxiety tells me that I am not enough.

Anxiety tells me that I am hard to love.

Anxiety tells me to question everyone and everything.

Anxiety says I can’t think logically.

Anxiety says you’re not loved and you don’t deserve to be loved.

Anxiety says you’re a mess.

Anxiety says that people will leave you because you’re a mess.

ANXIETY SUCKS!



Anxiety makes me feel, tells me, and says a lot. And guess what, over 99.9999999% of the anxiety’s monologue is a lie. I know it is.  But when I am in the middle of a panic attack, I can’t think logically.  That is when the voice of anxiety is the loudest. It’s screaming in my ears and telling me I won’t be able to breathe again. Anxiety lies to me. And I’m trying to figure out how to tell myself the truth about it. I’m trying really hard. But it’s a process and it’s not easy. I’ve finally started to take the steps to deal with the anxiety and lessen it. Because if you don’t fight anxiety full force, it wins. And I’m not choosing to lay down and let it win. I have a fighters heart and I’m here to fight this anxiety. Because contrary to how some may think and some psychological theories say, I do not enjoy having anxiety. I am not choosing to have it. I hate my anxiety probably as much if not more than those who care about me do.

So how can you support me?

If you see me shaking my leg, not sitting still, having quick breaths and then trying to slow them down, playing with something in my hand, ripping up paper, running my hands on my thighs, or biting the skin around my fingers, that’s all anxiety. And I’m not telling you this because I want you to fix it or make it go away. You can’t. But what you can do to help me is show me patience, remind me I’m loved, and just sit with me. Just please don’t leave me there alone. I might want to talk about it or I might not. Sit with me either way. Tell me something to distract my brain from  whatever though it is currently obsessing about  in that moment. Ask me to go for a walk with you. And for the love, if you’re part of the church, please don’t tell me that I’m just not trusting God more. Because I’ll tell you from experience, that only adds to the anxiety. I’m already thinking I’m not good enough and that’s telling me “oh hey you’re not good enough for God either.” Maybe talk to me about  the peace in God when I’m not in the middle of a panic or anxiety attack. But not during; please.

If you have a loved one in your life that has anxiety ask them how you can support them best. Not everyone is going to need or want the same kind of support I do. But listen if they can tell you and if they can’t, just stay with them.