Do you know what it’s like to secretly suffer with anxiety because everyone around you expects you to be strong? I do.
You ask me if I am alright, and I nod and smile.
I keep it to myself, because bringing your attention to my anxiety only makes things worse. I need calmness to overcome the bubbling spiral within me. People worrying over me amplifies everything, preventing me from calming my senses.
Yes, I know it is completely illogical – that does not mean I can just make it stop.
Anxiety doesn’t have an off switch. I can shut it down but the decent is gradual and calculated. Nobody can help me, and I am better off on my own – me and my secret anxiety.