Some days I have complete control; other days are pure torture.
Anyone who has had, or knows someone who has had anxiety, knows how disabling it can be.
As much as you try to reassure yourself, as much as you try to convince yourself that these thoughts do not exist, your brain tells you otherwise, and for whatever reason you truly, whole heartedly believe it.
Life becomes ten times more difficult dealing with the constant battle. Sometimes it leads you to feel helpless, insane, emotionally and mentally incapable of dealing with everyday life. Add small kids to the mix and its almost disastrous.
Of course you try all the self help techniques Google can provide before realizing it’s something deeper than any search engine can fix.
It takes a lot to admit when you have any type of problem, it takes putting aside the feelings of weakness, embarrassment, and the sense of failing knowing you couldn’t control it on your own or just simply make it stop, since it sounds so easy to do, but are quickly reminded that it’s not.
It takes that one moment of feeling like you’ve completely lost yourself, like you’ve completely lost your mind. That moment it starts affecting not only you, but those around you that you love the most but know don’t and probably never will understand.
And when that moment comes, take charge. Regain control of your thoughts, your mood and life by any means possible.
Life is too short, too precious, to be anything less than happy.
A mind filled with worry.