This weekend is going to be the first time my parents go out of the country since my anxiety and depression acted up. I am afraid. I don’t know exactly of what yet. I assume I am scared of not being able to manage without them, of getting severely depressed, of my anxiety going bad, of something bad happening, etc. I want to ask my mom not to go but I would feel horrible because I know she wants to go. Blah, I don’t know what to do.
Recovery does not mean cure. Rather recovery is an attitude, a stance, and a way of approaching the day’s challenges. It is not a perfectly linear journey. There are times of rapid gains and disappointing relapses. There are times of just living, just staying quiet, resting and regrouping. Each person’s journey of recovery is unique. Each person must find what works for them. This means that we must have the opportunity to try and to fail and to try again.
—Project Heal (via hollasoccer37)
(Source: meant-to-live-free, via fight-depression)
Blah, anxiety is through the roof right now. Gonna go walk, hopefully the fresh air and exercise helps.
Woke up feelings anxious. My shoulders freakin’ hurt.
Not saying the change was easy…but that’s pretty much it :)
(Source: confessionsofananxietysufferer)
OCD and anxiety are really fucking bothering me right now.
(via fight-depression)
Blah. The day has not started off so great for me. Woke up feeling depressed for no reason and I can’t seem to shake it completely although i do feel much better compared to how I was feeling when I woke up. Lets hope as the day goes by I begin to feel better. Friday I have an appointment with my therapist, hopefully I can figure out why I feel depressed randomly.
