Anxious Days Ahead


I am a 21 year old gal diagnosed with a severe anxiety disorder, and this is my daily anxiety journal. Every day is a struggle and can be full of small victories if I work hard. Right now I'm at a low point, I'm hoping I can build myself up to a better place with this journal.

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Oblivious

  • You are beautiful, can’t you understand why that hurts me enough to not want to talk to you right now?
  • You are confident, can’t you see how much I’m lacking and what being around you pains me?
  • You are perfection, and you know it, so why would your attention and company do anything but cripple me?
  • She’s amazing. And wonderful. A dream come true. You don’t have to tell me what I already know.
  • I’m riding a wave of insecurity and depression, it makes me bitter towards all my beautiful and perfect friends. It makes every casual remark feel like a knife in my heart. It makes just looking at pictures an ordeal that can put me on the verge of tears.
  • I am not perfect, I am not pretty, I’m not put together well and everything you are just highlights everything I’m not. Everything you gush over just reminds me of what I lack.
  • I am not good enough. That is what it feels like.
  • I wanna pull away from everyone right now.
  • How can you all not see how much it all hurts me right now?
  • I know I’m nobody’s dream…but right now I just don’t need help driving that home.

Tagged: body image issuesself-esteembeautydepressioninsecurityfrustrated

It’s Ridiculous…

  • How hard it is to cry in front of other people.
  • How hard it is to discuss my insecurities.
  • How depressed I have been lately.
  • How many times I have thought of the future and wished it away.
  • How often I have cried when alone.
  • How disgusted I am with myself.
  • How conflicted I feel.
  • How stupid I feel.
  • How insignificant and invisible I feel.
  • How tired I am all the time.
  • How hard it is to shake this depression.
  • How much I wish I could talk this out with my best friend, my boyfriend, my fiance.
  • How much I struggle to even communicate the slightest bit.
  • How scared I am of rejection.
  • How terrified I am of being a burden.
  • How much I feel like a failure.
  • How much I miss my positive self.
  • How hard I’m trying, only to get nowhere.

Guh.

Tagged: depressedanxioustiredtrying hardstruggling

The Sex Ed You Wish They Taught in Schools: The Difference Between S/M & Abuse →

sexreeducated:

It is not consent if…

  • You did not expressly give consent.
  • You are afraid to say no.
  • You say yes to avoid conflict.
  • You say yes to avoid consequences
    (i.e. losing a job, losing your home, being outed).

S/M is

  • Always consensual.
  • Done with respect for limits.
  • Enjoyed by all partners.

Source: fangskitten.blogspot.com

Happy Poly Moment

polyamorousmisanthrope:

Posting on Facebook about how awesomely supportive one’s husband is, and then getting one’s boyfriend liking the post.

I love my guys.

<3 I love it when this happens!

Source: polyamorousmisanthrope

&lt;3

<3

Source: notsalmon.com

&lt;3

<3

Source: groundedonthedaily

&lt;3

<3

Source: maddierose

fight-4-freedom:

I’m fine.

fight-4-freedom:

I’m fine.

Source: fight-4-freedom

Had myself a little realization…

I am a fucked up individual.

  • Sometimes, I get lost in myself.
  • Sometimes, my problems are just too heavy and I struggle with holding myself up.
  • So that means sometimes I can’t hold up other people.
  • Even when they need me the most.
  • And do you know what? I fucking feel guilty and selfish when that happens.
  • I hate myself for not being everything to everyone.
  • You know what else? I am too good at pretending.
  • And I don’t think that YOU know how much what you say can hurt me, even when it seems like it shouldn’t or doesn’t.
  • But it hurts anyways.
  • I just worry more about your hurt so I let it hurt me and don’t say anything.
  • I wish my best friend lived close enough to me so I could run to him for a hug when I needed it most. 

So, yeah, I do this shit.
I.
DO.
THIS.
SHIT.

And it makes me feel better. 

Source: bwenner