But I don't have anxiety.
I worry about things I don't need to worry about.
But I don't have anxiety.
I stress out way too easily.
But I don't have anxiety.
On an airplane I hold on to the arm rests for dear life and I tear up during take off.
But I don't have anxiety.
I have suffered from occasional, sometimes deep depression for 30 years.
But I don't have anxiety.
I question myself, the things I do, and the way people think about me.
But I don't have anxiety.
I have stomach issues and was prescribed an anxiety med to help with the "anxiety" that comes from having the stomach issues.
But I don't have anxiety.
I feel anxious about having to take an anxiety med.
But I don't have anxiety.
But I do have anxiety.
And it's time to rid myself of the denial.
It's time to embrace my anxiety.
It's time to focus on my good.
It's time to remember that it's OK.
Because I do have anxiety.
And it's time to rid myself of the denial.
It's time to embrace my anxiety.
It's time to focus on my good.
It's time to remember that it's OK.
Because I do have anxiety.
