Oh...you thought I was talking about you? I'm talking about my friends anxiety, depression, despair. Why do I call them friends? They let me know I'm alive. That I'm fighting. That there's more to life than getting beaten over and over and over again.
I wish they didn't like me as much or show up unannounced as much as they do. You know THOSE type of friends. But yeah, I would like to see them every once in a while so I would know how my life has changed because of their existence. But I don't let ANY of my friends dictate what I do, who I see, what I feel...and I'm learning it's okay to do the same with anxiety, depression and despair.
I love you! You are such an inspiration to me. Battling with your own mind is scary as hell and you do it with so much strength. <3
ReplyDelete>But I don't let ANY of my friends dictate what I do, who I see, what I feel...and I'm learning it's okay to do the same with anxiety, depression and despair.
ReplyDeleteAwesome way to look at it!