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Anxiety Is A Bitch, But I’m A Bigger One.

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!’
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Anxiety is one of the most popular diseases nowadays.

It can happen to anyone, no matter which age or gender they are.

It is a treacherous, quiet killer. It comes to your life without an invitation and stays there as long as you let it stay.

It also came to my life.

I started feeling strange symptoms overnight.

I was like a cat on hot bricks all the time.

Even though I supposed to feel relaxed and enjoy things, I couldn’t.

I tried to talk to myself. I had an inner monologue full of hope. But nothing worked.

What made things worse was the fact that I had a child along with the anxiety.

And trust me, it is not easy to be a full-time mom when your whole world is falling apart.

I couldn’t go out for a walk with my baby because I thought something bad will happen. Going to the park with him gave me the heebie-jeebies.

And I couldn’t find a valid reason to feel like that.

What made things worse was the fact that I had a child along with the anxiety.

I couldn’t go out for a walk with my baby because I thought something bad will happen. Going to the park with him gave me the heebie-jeebies.

And then I decided it is enough. I couldn’t stand my life passing by without me enjoying it.

That was tearing me down.

Even though my anxiety was a bitch, I decided to be a bigger one.

The day I made that decision was the best day of my life.

I decided to be over my problems.

Ok, I am anxious. So, what?

Half of the world suffers from anxiety and they can still function normally.

So, why would I be an exception?

Every time I wanted to enjoy my life, I started sweating and feeling butterflies in my stomach.

Those symptoms were part of my life. But not for long. As I started thinking positively, I felt that they were fading away.

After so much time spent suffering in my 4 walls, I became the old me.

The woman who laughs. The one who cares about others. The one who accepts invitations for lunches or coffee.

I must admit, it was very difficult at the beginning. I still remember the first time I went out to a coffee shop with my friend.

My palms were sweating. I was looking around, trying to see where the exit was.

I wanted to sit close to the toilet in case I get sick. I thought I will die if I don’t get out from that place.

I said to myself: “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen!”

Then, I stopped for a second. I took a deep breath.

And then I said to myself: “Die if you want! I will just sit here and watch myself die. I want to know what it feels like!”

That was the moment when I defeated all my fears.

Somehow, my heartbeat was normal again and I wasn’t feeling dizzy at all.

That was the first time in 2 years that I felt like the old me again.

Every day I have been fighting more and more. And one day, I totally defeated my anxiety.

I am aware of the fact that I will always be a little bit nervous and anxious. That’s the way that cookie crumbles.

But it won’t be as bad as it was before.

While I am writing this letter, I am thinking about all you guys out there who suffer from this nasty disease.

I just want to say: “Hang in there! If I could beat this, so can you. You just need to think positively.”

Please bear in mind that anxiety does not define you!

You are doing your very best!

And don’t think that the game is over once you start suffering from anxiety.

The game is over when YOU say so!

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He Was A Lesson, Not A Life Sentence.

We’ve all been there. We know how much it hurts. But please be brave. Life shouldn’t stop just because he left you.

Pick up the pieces of your heart. Glue them back together. You will heal.

Choose to learn from the past, not to regret it. If you focus too much on it, you’ll miss out on a beautiful future.

The experience will leave scars. They’ll be there all your life just to remind you to choose yourself more often.

They’ll mold you to become a better person in every possible way. They won’t let you go back to that man ever again.

Love is addictive.

And if you are suddenly deprived of it, you have to go through withdrawal.

Be stronger than that. Don’t get high. Think about the long-term side effects.

But don’t ever let that past define you. You aren’t a girl with a broken heart who can’t trust and love anymore. No, you are not.

Remember, you will love again. And more importantly, you’ll be loved as you never have before.

It’s hard to finish a relationship with someone you would have done anything for.

It’s hard, and it may get harder—but it will pay off. All the pain and tear-soaked nights will pay off. You’ll be free and happy.

Don’t give him more power over your life than he deserves. He is now just an ex, and that’s all.

Maybe you’ll say hello to him when you see him on the street. Maybe you won’t.

He’ll surely suggest that you two stay friends. Don’t do that. Don’t even respond.

He’ll move on much faster than you, and if you keep in touch with him, you’ll have to see him with his new girlfriends.

Maybe he asked to be friends to keep you available from time to time when he misses you.

If you show him you’re okay with that arrangement, he’ll enjoy those little make-up-and-cuddle sessions, and before you know it, you’ll be so far in that you won’t be able to stop.

You shouldn’t call him—not even to return his things or ask for yours. Be fair and give back what’s his, but send it via someone else.

If you come home one day to find a box of your stuff at your door, you should immediately get rid of it.

Throw it away—no matter what’s inside. Whatever it is, it will slow your healing process.

Leave him in the past. Don’t look back. What if Cinderella had gone back for her shoe? She would never have met her prince.

An ending doesn’t have to be a bad thing. An ending simply means that something else is about to begin.

The best thing you can do is devise some mechanisms for coping with your new situation.

For example, you could write a letter to him and set it on fire, along with your mementos and photographs.

Life is a journey, and it’s just taking you somewhere else. Buckle your seat belt and enjoy the ride.

To heal your wounds, you need to stop touching them. He wanted to leave, so show him the way out, and close that door forever.

He is now in the past. Your past is a history of victory. Learn from it. It’s the biggest lesson of your life.

Break your illusions about him. He was never your forever. Stop collecting stones when you deserve diamonds. You deserve the truest love of all.