I have tried to explain my anxiety to everyone I’ve ever been close to. I’ve never been successful. However, here is just a taste of what we (those diagnosed with severe anxiety) have to live with on a minute by minute basis. Read it, absorb it, imagine living one hour like this, let alone everyday, and educate yourselves!!
I live on an island surrounded by monsters of imagination, but this truth, however real, remains hidden from me in the moment I need it most; when they descend with barred teeth and breathe hellfire upon me, I scream. The fear is as real as the cage I live in. It is not a prison of the traditional sort, constructed of bars of strong steel, but one where there is neither lock nor key, but for the strength of my will to surmount a gauntlet of flaming footsteps while my eyes are kept dim by a blindfold; and I have the choice of taking the first step and having the drawbridge pulled up behind me, or retreating to my bed, covered in quilts of barbed wire and ashes.
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