“I have anxiety”
Now-a-days everyone makes a big deal.
I have anxiety, I have depression, I have mental illness. We all clap and coo and make excuses for them.
Then they look at me and say, you are so stable how lucky you are. Meanwhile the inside of my skull buzzes with the sounds of battle.
I have anxiety I just choose to fight back.
Confession time: My anxiety and depression are at their worse when it is implied that I can not understand or relate.