hi, i have anxiety!
my name is pidge and i have anxiety.
my favorite colour is forest green, my cheeks are constantly red, i play ukulele and i have anxiety.
the thing about us, us humans with anxiety, people often think we want everything done for us.
which is only somewhat correct, good job guys you cracked our code.
we feed off our extroverted friends like another lifeline. we crave that moment when we're out to eat and they already know our order.
an order of "yes of course i want fries with that, please don't make me ask for them."
our whole existence revolves around the people who take the attention off of us and onto them. which actually works out for the both of us, cause scientifically extroverts feed off people's attention, y'know, like freaks.
but sometimes those friends aren't available. they're hanging out with their other introverted friend.
then you start to wonder, "what if i do ask too much of them?"
because again, that's the thing about us humans with anxiety. we want everything handed to us.
but you have to give us a break, alright?
i am soo sorry that i can't help i'm wired with these way of living, no, these ways of surviving, that are embedded in my brain.
you get used to the feeling of your anxiety handling all your late nights for you.
you get used to the feeling of your depression weeding off what makes you feel alive anymore.
you get used to the feeling of your paranoia making sure you check every. goddamn. corner one more time, just in case.
but did you ever stop to think that maybe we "ask for too much" because we never asked to live like this?
so, maybe just try and tough it out for your introverted friends.
—eventually we'll run out of questions
written: 02/22/18
