I rarely if ever post anything sad or negative feeling on this blog but you know what, life isn’t perfect. We all have our struggles, anxiety, our own private battles. This past week has been a struggle and not just for me but for so many people I love – teens, millennials, x-geners. All of them at every age struggling. Some with outward struggles others struggling within. I don’t want to ignore them. I don’t want to pretend they don’t exist because they do and they hurt. They need to know you are there for them, I am there for them. If they need a shoulder to cry on an ear to hear on the other end of the phone be there, I will be.
When anxiety becomes so bad that leaving the house, even with family, starts the panic attack.
When it takes all your strength to not hurt yourself within the confines of your own home,
your four walls that should make you feel safe…and still, they never do.
When you find yourself with tears streaming down your face sitting in the middle of a restaurant…
you aren’t alone.
I am right here.
I am no one,
but I am just like you.
And if you aren’t like me,
like the rest of us,
then you don’t, you won’t understand.
On the off chance that you are,
you aren’t alone,
please try hard to not fall.
That ledge is not safe
and though the pain often draws us to the edge,
to hang our toes over the ledge,
where our family cries and says don’t go
and we stand and rock to and fro.
We can pull back from the pain
but its just not time, not now.
know that we do fight as long as we can,
but it’s our fight
and should we struggle to succeed
please know we love you so.
If you have never struggled with anxiety, you will never truly know the pain that comes with it. It’s not something you can see when you look into another’s eyes for they, dare I say we have become much too good at hiding it and the pain we struggle with alone in the darkness of it all.