I wish my mom knew that anxiety is a real thing. it is an illness, it isn’t something that I made up to get her attention. Everytime an anxiety attacks me, my mom would told me to get over it by praying to God and ask for His help. I love, trust, and respect God so much, but I wish she knew that praying doesn’t always reduce my anxiety, sometimes I just need time alone to calm down. I wish she knew that anxiety shows up at the worst possible time. This makes me feeling so helpless. It really doesn’t help when she tell us “just be happy!”, “it’s all in your head”, or “just go praying and ask God’s help”.