I literally have to remind myself all the time, that being afraid of things going wrong isn’t the way to make things go right.
I get nervous about everything, sometimes I literally don’t know why I’m anxious, I just am and no-one seems to understand that.
Living with anxiety is like being followed by a voice. It knows all your insecurities and uses them against you. It gets to the point when it’s the loudest voice in the room. The only one you can hear.
My body thinks something is gravely wrong, but my brain doesn’t have a clue what to do about it, so it starts racing to the worst possible conclusions.
I refuse to be burdened by vague worries. If something wants to worry me, it will have to make itself clear.
Worry, doubt, fear and despair are the enemies which slowly bring us down to the ground and turn us to dust before we die.