“I thought you were one of her strong friends.”
~ My best friends mom
I am one of her strong friends. I am still strong. I am a fighter. I am a warrior. Just because I have anxiety doesn’t mean that I am weak, it means that struggle every day. I am able to get out of bed every day even know I had not slept that night. I make myself eat even know I know I feel like I am going to throw up and can’t keep food down. I still do everything in spite of my anxiety, I always want to hide away from the world but I still have to face it. Every. Single. Day. So if you can’t see that as a strength then that is your problem.