I make it no secret that I am currently in anxiety recovery. For the longest time, I used to define who I was by the level of anxiety that I felt. I giggle and joke that I was just a ball of nerves. It wasn't until it became all consuming that the joke lost its luster. When you are in the grips of an anxiety disorder, you're lucky you can even giggle at all.
I will go into further detail of that time when I feel the time is right. But what I will share now is that recovery is possible. In the beginning, it feels like the world was crashing in around me. here I stand, several months later, to say that I'm having more good days than bad. and when the bad happen, I remind myself that anxiety is NOT in control.
You see, anxiety is a master manipulator. It will tell you a lie so convincing you drop everything to attend to it. plot twist: it's a trap! You may not have the physical ability to control your anxiety, but I promise you that you do have the mental ability to. It take lots of hard work. wins. fails. and practice everyday to get to a point where you can acknowledge your feelings without letting them completely consume you.
to all my friends attending to their mental health: i see you. I'm one of you. It gets better. Rember, life is beautiful if you stick around long enough to appreciate it.
With so so so much love...your cycle half,
Stephanie xo