Boy oh boy.

do I have a lot of thoughts on anxiety.

Not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.  I’ve struggled as a result of it but I’ve also learnt a lot from it. So… friend or foe? I guess you can’t really categorise something like anxiety in a binary way. It’s one of the most complicated,  sticky, icky, heart rattling, mind shattering, weird things. Sometimes I forget that not everyone experiences anxiety, and that they might never know what it’s like to live with an anxiety disorder. Sometimes I get jealous. Sometimes I worry that I’ve interlinked anxiety with my identity. And then I worry that I’m worrying. Oh, the irony. Truth is, I’ve accepted that anxiety is here to stay. Not a burden, not something to glamourise, just here.