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Emily: Hey, how are you? You’ve been kind of M.I.A lately.

Anxiety: I don’t want to talk about me. I want to talk about you. I heard you got a D in one of your classes and barely scraped C’s for the rest. Not doing so hot in the scholarly world, are we? What a huge disappointment. That’s not even average, and mediocrity doesn’t cut it. I also heard you have no idea where you’re headed in your career, or life in general.

Emily: Look, I’m… I’m taking care of it! I have an internship this summer, and everything is going to be fine. I might be stuck in a rut, but figuring things out isn’t that easy, you know.

Anxiety: But you’re trembling, dreading the future’s arrival because you don’t know what it holds for you (that is, if it’s holding anything for you at all). The lack of control and perfection is paralyzing you. Your internship isn’t exactly industrial, and while your friends are gallivanting abroad or building relationships in the corporate world, you’ve failed to do either. You suck at school and in the work force. Can you even say you’re a part of the work force? After all, that internship is unpaid and you don’t do much.

Emily: What the heck man! I do a lot and I love my job! My coworkers are nice and treat me like an intelligent individual. I…I don’t suck! You’re a jerk.

Anxiety: They’re faking it, all of it. So are your friends and classmates. Trust me, I’m usually right about these kinds of things. You’re a useless peer and that uselessness poisons your family life, too.

Emily: Stop! Leave me alone! Leave my world alone!

Anxiety: You need me to keep it all in perspective, Emily. What good would it be for your character if I left you with this false impression that you don’t have to stress about your relationships or feel like you’re going to lose the people you trust the most? I can’t let you get too comfortable. It would only blow up your ego and damage your sense of humility.

You’re too privileged for me to let that happen. You really think when your family looks at you, they’re proud? They’re not proud. They’re aghast. They’re ashamed. Your dad held multiple jobs that took him away from home. Your mom left work to run a smoother household with more attention, more love. Do you think failing to keep calm throughout your youth is rewarding to them? You screwed up, Emily. You are the screw up.

Let me break it down for you: Your parents? They’re disappointed in you. Your sister? She thinks you’re a loser. Your auntie? She wonders how a girl can be so god**mn lazy.

The only reason why your friends keep you around is because your self-deprecating humor is mildly entertaining. They fell in love with the light-hearted Emily, but if they were ever introduced to sad, desperate Emily, they would leave as quickly as they came. I haven’t even mentioned your love life yet. I mean, if you had one.

Emily: Please, don’t go there. I’m choking on my own tears. My head is pounding from the pain. My chest is sinking. I can’t feel my face, and my hands are cold and sweaty. I’m tired.

Anxiety: You’re nobody’s first choice. You’re a back up plan, at best. You may have thought he was cute and kind, but you were a fool to catch feelings for someone you’ve just met. You want attention from someone who won’t give it to you. Pathetic.

Emily: Are you done yet?

Anxiety: You don’t ask the questions. I do. Are you done with this suffering yet? Because I know what I do to you. First, I pay you a visit while you’re working toward a goal, like a project or something. Then, I sit at your side, gazing at your silhouette, wondering what gives you this illogical idea you can accomplish the task at hand.

So then I stand up and peer over your shoulder. I watch you for a while, and then leave. I continue this for several moments, several days because I have a plan. At the end of a busy period, I pay you another visit, but this time, I don’t want to sit at your side and gaze upon your form. I engulf you.

I hold you and shake you back and forth so that your pen falls from your hand and your glasses drop to the ground. Your heartbeats are erratic. Your breaths are more shallow. Your face is prickly. Your hands are numb. It’s enough to make you done, isn’t it Emily? Are you done with me, with reality?

Emily: No, I’m not. I’m not done with you because you’re not a reality to begin with.

Anxiety: Excuse me? I don’t think you understa—

Emily: Oh, but I do. Anxiety, you feel real. All the things you said you do to me, yes, it does happen. When I was kid, you didn’t have this much strength. I remember you trying to peer over my shoulder all the time, but when we locked eyes you would cower behind the shadows and run away from me as fast as you could.

Anxiety: But, but this isn’t about me, this is about—

Emily: Me, I know. And I’m telling you there was a time when I could make you get lost with just one powerful, intimidating glare. Unfortunately, that glare has dimmed over the years. I want it back, and I can get it back. You scare me and hurt me, but you don’t own me. You’re a part of my life, but I still posses the power to vanquish you.

Anxiety: But—

Emily: My family loves me. My friends think I’m pretty cool. My classmates have generally enjoyed my participation in class, and my co-workers think I’m rather helpful. It is you, not me, that must face the truth, to understand you need me more than I need you. The only way you can be my reality, Anxiety, is if I let you.


I like to refer to myself as a walking contradiction. I hate waiting in line and little children, but I go to Disneyland any chance I get. I love getting new clothes, but I hate going to the mall. I need to make my bed every morning to feel neat, but there are clothes and empty Amazon boxes thrown around the room.

I don’t understand how I have come to be this massive contradiction, but I have noticed it also heavily pertains to my perception of my anxiety. I try not to let my anxiety define me. Yet, my experience with high-level general and social anxiety has shaped me into the person I am today.

I always had a highly activated nervous system, even as a baby. When my parents would leave the house, I would cry and cry until I threw up. I couldn’t have sleepovers or go to camp. I even had a hard time the first couple years of elementary school.

Looking back, I now realize I have been anxious for a long time, but these symptoms presented themselves as normal child behavior. Being able to recognize this from the other side of my diagnosis is extremely important to me. I now better understand myself and the choices I made, as well as my thoughts and behaviors throughout my entire life. I would not change the lessons I had to learn and the obstacles it took for me to get to know myself. I am proud of my mental illness.

However, it is exponentially harder to do basically anything in life when you are have severe anxiety. It is hard for me to sit still in the workplace and concentrate on a big project for an extended period of time. It is hard for me to communicate with my superiors when something is bothering me. It is even harder for me to choose what to eat for dinner sometimes because my brain is in sport mode.

I had an unfortunate experience at work the other day, where I was reprimanded for what was perceived as goofing off on my phone. In reality, I was trying to self-care in the form of playing a mindless game on my phone and texting my mom. These are tools I have had to learn to use to cope with my anxiety in a high-stress environment, and it completely backfired. It was here when I had to explain this situation to my superior and essentially use my anxiety as an excuse for not acting in a professional manner.

It was weird to directly blame my anxiety for my behavior because I never thought trying to take care of myself could ever be considered wrong. The choices I make are the ones I know are going to make me happy. I have to take into consideration how my anxiety is going to be triggered because of the situations I’m in.

I do talk about having social anxiety and being exhausted at the end of a work day, but it’s not something I try to use as an excuse. I accept being a giant contradiction. I am proud of the person I have become because of it. It may be complicated at times, but it always feels right.

In those brief moments of clarity right after the Xanax kicks in, or right after the caffeine from that first cup of coffee flows straight through my veins, I truly and actually feel like everything will be all right. Unfortunately, those moments are brief, and for the rest of my day, and sometimes night, it is usually a constant battle in my head. The anxious thoughts escape from their pen at the back of my mind and slowly entangle themselves in my day-to-day thoughts.

What am I having for dinner? becomes: What does this feeling mean? Should I feel this way or that way? What did this interaction mean? What if this happens? Or that? Constantly taking my emotional temperature is debilitating. It robs me of my ability to live in the moment, the present. It also saps me of my energy, as it is mentally exhausting to constantly assure and reassure yourself all day that everything will be fine, and bring yourself back to the present.

Thankfully, these are only my days when my anxiety spikes. These spikes can last from a number of days to months. But once they are over, I only realize the spike has ended because my mind is suddenly quiet without the constant fight. It’s almost like the absence of city noises in the suburbs — surprising and so welcome. That’s when I get to feel “normal,” or what I assume people without anxiety feel. And it is glorious. I feel heartbroken because the way my brain is wired means this isn’t the status quo for my mind. But my mind finally feel settled at the same time, like I never had a demon in my head I needed to fight: myself.

In these moments, I hope and pray the anxiety has been quieted for good, forever, and I can count it as something I used to have. And yet, the day inevitably comes when life stressors — family, friends, relationships or even new and exciting stages of life — come about, and my anxiety sees an opportunity to try to sabotage me. Sabotaged by my own brain is really how I feel. I know rationally that the thoughts are my worst fears preying on my mind, and I can try to let them pass, because I might never be able to control them or eradicate them. The harder you try to erase the thoughts, the worse they become. It is a testament of will to have anxious thoughts, sit with them and let it pass by. To work hard and wait patiently until the spike passes.

To all those who read this and know exactly what I’m talking about — you’re not alone. I may not know you, but I know there is a community of us. We exist. We walk around like everyone else, secret battles raging in our minds. These battles will eventually pass, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t reach out a hand when you see the signs of someone struggling. Talk to that friend who looks overwhelmed; share your story, as scary as it may be. Your strength can become theirs, and together we can break the taboo.

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Anxiety and depression can be a toxic mix. It’s like hot and cool air meeting and spinning into a tornado inside your head. Someone who doesn’t have anxiety and depression can’t have the slightest glance into the world inside your head.

Lots of times, I see people who seem so happy and healthy, and I think to myself, I wish I was like that. I hide it well, but inside I’m exhausted. Tired of fighting. Tired of fighting some invisible battle.

When anxiety and depression mix, think about all the people who have been there, too, who have fought this and won. This disease is very scary. Very. But despite what it feels like, know this too shall pass. Keep that in your head. Write it down. Carry it with you. Every time you get anxious or depressed, read your note to yourself.

When anxiety or depression kicks in, you often forget your coping skills. You forget your “calm down” methods. It’s better to write things down so you can put them back in your mind when your mind is a tornado-like mess. Turn on your favorite song. It’s hard to feel bad when you’re listening to your favorite song. Do whatever it takes. Your health is most important.

I know it’s easier said than done sometimes. But keep your head up. I know the battles inside your head get hard sometimes, and you might be tired of fighting. But I truly wish you the best on your road to recovery. Never forget — you’re not alone.

If you or someone you know needs help, visit our prevention resources page.

If you need support right now, call the Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255.

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To the husband whose wife is struggling with anxiety,

If you know your wife is struggling with anxiety, then consider your marriage in good shape. Chances are, she’s been struggling for some time before she let you in on her secret. It took me about four years to finally allow my husband a glimpse at my anxiety. This is not a source of pride for your wife. It probably won’t be something she posts on Facebook or texts her best friend about.

If she is brave enough to let you in on her anxiety, then it means she feels safe enough to be vulnerable. Please, be thankful she can open up to you. When people allow themselves to be exposed in their relationships, greater intimacy can be achieved. However confusing your wife’s anxiety may be, I hope you can find some sort of peace in knowing about it.

Psychology Today describes anxiety as “…a normal reaction to stressful situations. But in some cases, it becomes excessive and can cause sufferers to dread everyday situations.” It’s important to remember a person doesn’t create his/her own anxiety. If your wife is struggling with anxiety, then chances are she’s experiencing something much more severe than the nerves you may have felt before a big test, a performance, a presentation or an athletic event.

It won’t be easy for you to watch your wife battle anxiety. You will likely be ill-equipped to help her, and you will not be able to “fix” her, mainly because there is nothing to fix. She is not broken. There are, however, things you can do as her partner to help her work through anxiety.

Anxiety manifests itself differently for each person. Generally, people who experience anxiety appear to be totally fine, but on the inside they are drowning or feel their world is spinning out of control. Each person has a different trigger for his/her anxiety. Pay attention to your wife; work with her to understand her triggers, and then do what you can to help her avoid these triggers or help soften them.

If your wife’s anxiety starts up whenever she has an overwhelming schedule, then help her during these crazy moments in life. Make a grocery list for her. Offer to cook dinner. Pick up the kids from daycare. Reschedule the kids’ dentist appointment for a week that has more free time. Find a babysitter so you and your wife can have a night away. Some anxiety is triggered by a lack of sleep. If this happens for your wife, then help her develop better sleep habits. The key here is to know your wife and then to help her (not take over for her).

There will be times when you will simply not understand your wife’s anxiety. She might not understand it, either. It will be frustrating, but please, refrain from yelling at her, belittling her, leaving or asking her to snap out of it. Instead, offer her a safe place and stay with her. Show her you care and be present for her.

Anxiety can be humiliating and confusing for the person experiencing it. She doesn’t want to feel this way. Making her feel bad for something beyond her control will only deepen her anxiety and increase tension in your marriage.

Your support will definitely help her, but it will never be a substitute for the support of a medical professional. If necessary, empathetically encourage your wife to see a therapist. She may need time to come around to this idea. So be patient. Give her time to accept help, they way you’d need time to accept the same kind of help.

Some insurance plans cover visits to therapists. Understand your/her insurance policy to help her find an in-network doctor. If insurance won’t cover this kind of service, then check with your or her employer to see if there is any kind of employee assistance program (usually these types of programs provide free or discounted therapy services for employees and their families). Perhaps another community you are affiliated with provides counseling services (church, graduate school, etc.). Show your support by doing the research with her and giving her the time, space and resources she needs to accept help.

This may not be something you signed up for when you married your wife. Likewise, anxiety is not something she signed up for. Anxiety is not a choice for anyone. The choice you do have, though, is how to deal. You and your wife could allow anxiety to define or destroy your relationship, or you could write a new story for your marriage, one where anxiety is not the main character but where the bond between two people becomes something worth fighting for, even amid the tumult of anxiety.

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Imagine your biggest fear, the feeling of your heart racing, hot flashes as you start to sweat. You try to think clearly but the panic takes over. You don’t know what to do. Your body tells you to get as far away as possible, yet somehow you find it hard to move.

So what is your biggest fear? Heights? Spiders? Clowns? Of course, you would only feel scared when confronted with this terrifying situation. What if you have multiple fears? What if your biggest fear is leaving the house? Typically, leaving the house is a very ordinary occurrence, with minimal risk or danger involved. All you have to do is get up and walk out of the door.

Try telling your body that. The thought of going outside has you rooted to the spot, wanting to hide away in a dark corner and never come out. Your mind goes one step further.

Why stop at being scared of the outside world? Why not also be scared of seeing your friends? Why not also be scared of eating?

Anyone suffering from this kind of anxiety must not have a life, right? Wrong.

I’m sure everyone’s heard all about the torture that comes with mental illness or perhaps you’ve even experienced it. Yet, does anyone stop to look at the positives that can come from such an unpredictable disorder? There is no way I would be the person I am today without my anxiety. Many feel they have lost themselves to their illness, wishing for the return of that younger version without a care in the world. Personally, I disagree. I would never trade my current self for that shy girl who hid her nose in books.

My anxiety has given me understanding and compassion. Not only can I relate to those who suffer from similar problems, but I can help them through it and always be a supporting shoulder to lean on if they need it. It has made me appreciate the finer things in life, like a quiet evening in with friends or something as simple as sitting peacefully on the grass by the lake. Once you remember how beautiful life can be, you will want to do everything to keep it that way, for yourself and others around you, too.

My anxiety has made me cross personal boundaries I probably never would have crossed before my mental illness. Despite having never been one for going out in the evenings, there was no chance I was going to miss out on the university experience. It may have taken me a month or two, but I practically dragged myself out to club. And guess what? I loved every minute of it! (I have definitely been clubbing a lot more than I ever thought I would.)

My anxiety has taught me how to get by on my own. Although it is my body that lets me down, I know I will always bounce back. Personally, I find it hard to rely on people, so I have worked out my own coping mechanisms that are sure to get me back on my feet ASAP. It has helped me understand my own mind. This way I can put these measures in place as soon as I feel the anxiety coming on. As much as I want to fight my anxiety and live without any worries, some times are harder than others, and self-care needs to come first.

My anxiety has made me realize I can have anything I want if I try hard enough. The barrier holding me back just makes me all the more determined to break through, making every success feel a thousand times better. After a morning of anxiety, managing a walk to the shops feels like I’ve won a medal. This was nothing compared to the accomplishment of leaving home to go to university. The next step is to graduate and get a career I love (once I’ve worked out what that is).

My anxiety has made me want to push myself to continue doing what I enjoy. After a summer of being dependent on my mother, needing her to walk me to school to make it in for my exams, to move away to university seemed like the extreme opposite. In reality, it was the first major step to surviving on my own and rediscovering all of the things my anxiety stopped me from doing, like eating out and socializing.

My anxiety has taught me to make things happen for myself. Without the determination I have developed from this disorder, I would never have applied for volunteering in my local theater or have been so persistent in my summer job search. I wouldn’t have gone out and met the best friends I could hope for and made great memories together.

My anxiety has taught me to hold onto the good things. I finally had the fortune to meet a guy who cared about me as much as I cared about him, and there was no way I was going to let him go. There were so many points where I could have given up and let him walk out of my life, but the idea of our future together encourages me to fight back my demons and try my best for him.

My anxiety has made me who I am. And I wouldn’t change myself for the world.

This post originally appeared on StudentRantz.

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