Anxiety is a disorder. You can't just snap your fingers and everything is okay. You feel like you are drowning, having irrational thoughts. Irrational thoughts that make you do irrational things. I have found that in my life, as I look back I have let anxiety win far too many times. Just like the scars on my arms, I can't let this define me. That is letting the devil win. I want to be that Pinterest quote that says: "I wanna be the type of girl, that when her feet hit the floor in the morning, the devil cringes and says "oh crap, SHES up."" I refuse to let the devil have a foothold in my life with my anxiety. Yes, I do have an anxiety disorder that feels like peanut butter stuck to the roof of your mouth, and you work hard to get rid of it, and it is hard but it won't be there forever. With a hell of a lot of work, I can kick anxiety's butt. It won't be there forever as long as I am willing to do the work.
- mads <3