I’m not really sure what part of this whole diary I am on. When it comes to being an advocate for mental health, I tend to share the parts that I am experiencing in hopes that even one person can feel like they have someone to relate to. Or that one person who loves someone with a mental illness can find just a little more understanding and compassion.
The hardest part about being someone who deals with anxiety is feeling alone. It’s that feeling that something is wrong with you. It’s wanting to be able to be carefree and finding it impossible.
When I describe anxiety lately, I tell people it’s the inability to be calm.
Whether I am at work, at the gym, or watching TV on my couch - I am never in a complete state of calm.
Anxiety is very much a constant wheel turning of the mind. It’s never having one clear thought. It’s like being in constant chaos.
Anxious people have trouble concentrating. It’s why we often forget things that you may have told us 30 times.
Anxious people have trouble sitting still. It’s why we constantly need to move around and are often overachievers who never stop working.
Anxious people have trouble processing feelings. It is why we may not be able to express ourselves in a clear or effective way.
When you are unable to find a state of calm, you are in a permanent state of worry.
And nobody is harder on people who go through this than those of us living it.
I wish I was different every single day. I wish I could sit still. I wish I could focus. I wish I wasn’t constantly in a a state of turmoil.
That all sounds really dark.
I don’t exist in a permanently dark place. But I do want anxiety to be understood in a way that makes sense. And people with anxiety have really dark corners of our lives because we feel things very deeply.
We are not a people of in the middle. Because there is no calm, there is often extreme high and extreme low.
Everything is internalized and battered about to consider things we could have or should have said and done.
Imagine never having a moment of calm. Never being able to shut off your mind. A mind consistently working and bouncing from topic to topic. Of not being able to remember and yet never being able to forget. It’s like having the most accurate replay in existence, but only for the negative things.
Diary of an anxious person today, is a lot of scribbles and lines and eraser marks and words. It’s a wild and wacky book of never ending thoughts and emotions. Because being an anxious person means the most treasured thing you could ever have within you is a sense of quiet calm.