Until recently I had a very small conception of what anxiety was. Growing up I believed that it was the nerves I felt before a football game, or going up and talking to your crush for the first time; and honestly, I loved the adrenaline rush and excitement of it. It wasn’t until a relationship turned emotionally abusive and manipulative that I realized that anxiety has many different silhouettes. The fear that I was going to f*ck up the relationship that I was emotionally invested in, because of her sensitivity and trust issues, was the most exhausting and miserable time of my life.
So yah, I’ve met two sides of anxiety, the dark side really really sucks.
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