It's been quite a few weeks since i have accepted my anxiety. I knew it was there. I knew I become more anxious than most of the people. But i couldn't ignore it when it came for months. When i hadn't accepted, i used to think i was weak and sensitive, both physically and mentally. I used to think my bp was going down. Hell, i never thought i was dealing with my thoughts. I can't, properly, breathe. I can't, sometimes, move. I can't lie on bed. I can't stand up. I can't sit down. I can't stop those negativee thoughts racing in my mind all the time. I can't sleep, wake up in mid if i do. I don't want to eat. I feel dizzy. I feel weak. I feel like puking. I feel that i am going to be sick. I don't feel like doing anything. My hands feel like they don't have any strength. I shake. I tremble. I cry. Publicly, i suppress them, at night i cry myself to sleep. My heart feels like a drum. I can feel my heartbeat in my stomach. My muscles get tensed. I feel tired, way too much. My thoughts are negative even though i either think realistically or optimistically. My brain thinks negative things before i can even process what's happening. My heart has a thousands of tonnes of loads of my thoughts. I get mood swings. I feel like if i pass out i won't wake up again. I feel like i am going to die.
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Dear Anxious Me
De Todojust me in one of my most vulnerable states ♡ if you don't understand how anxious people feel or see the world and want to know about it a little, this is the book. Hope it helps. :)
