If there’s anything life this week has taught me it’s the insecure feelings of being unloved, unwanted, unappreciated and simply unlovable. When you’re anxiety and paranoia is already bad it makes all these negative feelings so much more believable. You try and go the day pretending to be stronge and act as though you can get through on 3 hours sleep, this is the norm for you. Some days all you want is you’re own space and you’re own air to breath, then this is followed by a day of an uncontrollably need to be held and wanted. It doesn’t really seem fair does it.
Anxiety isn’t fair. It pulls you apart and takes every little energy from you until you’ve been shaped into this creature of self doubt and worthlessness.