back when i wrote the letters, i was a naive, fourteen year old freshman in high school with big dreams. i had never experienced any of the disorders i wrote about. i would research as much as could about each one, hoping to accurately write about each one.
then one day, i did experience one. i developed anxiety. and it was scary.
i experienced the first of many panic attacks. i struggled to accept myself. i worried over the littlest things that shouldn’t have bothered me.
i had irrational fears that made no sense.
i wouldn’t be satisfied until i knew without a doubt that everything was ok. even then, i was still worried.
i bite my nails to the nub. i literally have no nails.
but i wouldn’t change any of this for anything. it makes me who i am. and i’m lucky to have friends that care for me when i need them the most.
you aren’t alone. sometimes the happiest people struggle the most. check on them daily!
love you guys so much!