It’s picking at your head
Biting your nails, picking your skin, chewing the inside of your lip or mouth.
Sitting still in the car and turning the engine back on because you’ve convinced yourself you don’t really need to go inside
It’s joking, saying something horrible that hurt you and making a joke out of it because you don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.
It’s so much more than the burning feeling in our chest.
All we know is that we don’t want to be our anxiety, we try not to be our anxiety, we don’t want IT. We can’t switch off, we can’t just get better or not worry, or just not think about it. It courses through our veins and we want to cut off the supply.
We don’t mean no [sic] harm, we just want to be understood without being a burden. That even through the confusion we want to know that you still think we are worthy of being in your life.”
**This post originally appeared on Laura Mazza’s Facebook page Mum on the Run. Check out more from her here.