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Understand that anxiety can hit at any time. It doesnt just happen in 'stressful' moments. Anxiety means that at any given moment I can be stressing out about what might happen, what didnt happen, something that happened three years ago. Anxiety means that my mind never stops, I dont have peaceful moments. If I dont do something with you, it doesnt mean that I didnt want to, just that I am exhausted from dealing with my mind.
When living with bipolar, sometimes its okay if the only thing you did today, was breathe. Sometimes making it through the day is an accomplishment in and of itself.
Please, please, PLEASE don't drag a friend with social anxiety to a crowded party, telling them that "they're just being silly".
Just how debilitating it really is. It's become so hard to just do normal daily tasks on a regular basis, let alone pursue my goals in life...
There are those nights when you fall asleep, completely prepared to wash the makeup off your arms and remove the bracelets in the morning, but when you wake up you not only have the makeup and the bracelets to cover the scars but also the biggest hoodie you can find. This is living with depression and self-harm day after day.
I really want to hang out with you. Being with friends makes me happy, but please, understand that I am scared. My anxiety gets the better of me. If I decide to come, it's already an effort, if I don't, know that I really, really appreciate that you think of me, I have no words to express it.
Having to go with a mask on when you don't really understand why you woke up, and your feelings are all mixed up.
When I lash out after you compliment or praise me, it isn't because I'm angry that you said that, it's because as soon as you said those kind things about me my self hatred and doubt screamed a thousand rebuttals as to why you were wrong, why I was worthless and that you were only pitying me. I wasn't lashing out in anger, I was lashing out in pain.
My emotions consume me. Whenever I'm having a bad month or so, it's so overwhelming that I can't even remember what it feels like to be "normal". And when it clears away, I'm so happy that I believe that I must have been imagining all the pain I was in before-- life is so good, how could I ever think the horrible things I thought just a week ago?
Increasingly I feel useless and hopeless and scared and living often feels like the ground under my feets is made of glass and I can fall through every second...
When you feel invisible long enough, you feel like you've always been invisible. When friends, family, or coworkers take you for granted and hardly talk to you, you wonder if you even exist. Talk to a "quiet" or "shy" person. They may have so much to tell you. They could be outgoing, but are too afraid to be themselves because they don't want to scare anyone by being too boisterous, loud, hyper, etc. Talk to them, but be yourself so they can gauge how far they can go. They judge themselves.
When you see scars on someone's wrists or something, and ask what they are even though you can tell, don't push the subject further than that if they shrug away the question. It's difficult to talk about and remember what the scars are from.