The hardest of anxiety, for me personally, is like I don’t want to be treated any different than anyone else. I want to be equal. I don’t want to be babied or pampered. 

But on the other hand, I also need people to understand that I need time and patience when I do certain things. Socializing and being in public, especially fish bowl environments, panics me to a degree that is almost crippling. 

It’s like. I don’t want anyone to help me, except people that I pay to hear me bitch. But when I need to step out, and bring myself back to reality instead of the fantasy land that everyone is out to get me, I need people to understand. I can do it myself but I need people to understand that I need silence. I need space. Time. And a lot of fucking patience. 

It’s so emotionally taxing sometimes. 

And it is very difficult. 


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