// “…for when I am weak, then I am strong.”//
sometimes crying is good…it lets out emotions in a physical way. But crying shows my weakness, my vulnerable side, it shows everything that I dont want the world to see. I want to wake up in the morning and not be reminded that I have an anxiety disorder when my mom hands over the meds. I was to go to school with a sense of enjoyment and a REAL smile that says “I’m gonna have a great day.” I want to believe wholeheartedly that this is just a stage in my life, it will pass, maybe not soon, but it will. I want to be myself again. no fear, no anxiety, just loving life.
