Reading these made me more anxious, but it feels good to know it’s been awhile since I felt like that.
My anxiety is focused on certain aspects of my life (my weight and failure) and doesn’t seem that bad, but when things were at it’s worse my coping skills were dangerous. I use to think that all my anxiety made sense and I DESERVED to feel shitty. I didn’t learn until a couple years ago how it really made no sense. Still, when I’m having a really rough time I go back to rationalizing my anxiety, so I can go back to my old coping skills. It’s an endless battle really…I think I’m doing great, but it just takes one day to ruin all my progress. I’m surprised that thought doesn’t give me anxiety.