Everyday is a struggle even when I’m at my best. My anxiety is always with me and my panic taps me on my shoulder a few times a day. On my good days I can brush it off. On my bad days I just want to stay in bed.
I have never found a better time to give up... but I cant give up...I have to show them I can be strong! I have to stay strong. I might cry myself to sleep but I will have a smile on my face the next day and maybe someday soon I will explode at just smiling and ignoring the feelings but it doesn't matter