Anxiety has tried to take control of my life again. I have tried really hard to hold back from losing it, from saying something I totally regret. When I am angry or mad, it’s not usually because I am actually angry or mad. It’s usually because that is how my anxiety comes across.
I yell, I scream, I nag. I become this person I absolutely hate. I complain, because I have no idea what else to do.
Some days I know what causes the anxiety. Some days I am made to feel like I am not good enough, so it’s my greatest fear coming true. Some days I have more work than hours in the day and I feel like I let people down if I cannot complete it. Some days my two wonderful toddlers are in fact real humans and do things that drive me bonkers. But there are…
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