If you asked me about my generalized anxiety, I'd tell you to fall down the stairs and memorize the dropping feeling in your stomach like it was your own face, staring back at you in the mirror.
If you asked me about my panic disorder, I'd tell you to picture being chained to a weight on the floor of a pool.
If you asked me about my mild major depressive disorder, I'd tell you I watched eight seasons of Grey's Anatomy and didn't get out of bed for anything besides the bathroom and food for almost all of winter break.
If you asked me about myself, I'd tell you I'm a whirl of emotion. I feel too little and too much, both at the same time. I'd tell you about my prescription meds that help dull that out a little. I'd tell you each individual story. I'd tell you how many hugs and words of encouragement I've received. I'd tell you that it's brought me so much closer to so many people and has shown me God's love, patience, and understanding in more ways that I could explain. I'd tell you about how big I smile when someone tells me I have helped them. That my story has made a difference in their lives. I'm an honest person and I feel that it's my job to tell you that you're not alone. You're not crazy. You feel what you feel and that's all that matters. That's what makes it real.
I'm here to tell you that your story, whether it be your mental health, your physical health, your past, etc., is helping someone else and the fact that you subscribed to all of today's problems, no matter how bad you didn't want to, has inspired someone else to stay. So, thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
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