“It’s not something that is easy to talk about with anyone because you love your children more than anything else is this world but sometimes one more word, one more cry, one more spilled glass of juice is enough to set your entire world ablaze.”
“Thank you for understanding that these psychological scars run deep and not every day will be the easiest pills for us to swallow. Thank you for always waiting quietly and respectfully when I feel I need my space.”
As a woman with anxiety, I can tell you right now, I know that I am not the easiest person to love. Some days are harder than others.
When the smoke from the initial shock starts to clear, you realize that the words that you were eager to one day receive will never be coming.
They will use you for all that you’re worth and never make a single attempt to do better for themselves because this is working out pretty well for them since they always have someone onto whom they can fall back.
You taught me that I was a person worth saving.
You can make new friends that don’t already have preconceived opinions of you.
Your hard work will pay off, and because you work extra hard for yourself and your family, it’s nice to know that you have done this on your own. No one can take that away from you.
I suppose I should start off by saying that my (long-time) boyfriend is one of the best people I have ever met, and I trust him with 100% of my life — or at least I thought so until this current presidential election began.
He’ll storm away, leaving me to hear the bitter words of, “I told you so,” by Anxiety and Depression once again.