I hate having constant stomach aches like a whole sanctuary of butterflies are just there in my stomach, I hate just peeing out of nowhere, I hate feeling nauseous and missing periods because of stress over things that don’t matter, I hate getting worried about everything and anything, I hate that I let things affect me. 

I hate the weird head tingles you get when you’re anxious, I hate crying over everything or that my tear glands just decide to have a dance party over me being five minutes late, I hate sweating all the time purely because of my anxiety, I hate that I think sometimes I don’t have anxiety and get anxious about that instead. 

I hate going out and hating it and then getting worried that something else is happening without me, I hate never feeling truly happy and having this sort of gnawing feeling that this happiness I feel in the moment could slip through my fingers. 


I hate shaking and twitching for absolutely no reason, I hate having sleepless nights because one thing went wrong or the fact that I’m worried about the next day, I hate waking up and thinking that the day is already headed to shit. 


Also the weird tingles, you get them in your heart too and it’s like you’re burning in a way?? I describe it like that. I hate it, and I hate that my parents don’t understand because it’s not something like depression and I don’t self harm. 

I hate having people look at me like I’m some charity case because of my anxiety, being treated differently because of something out of my control. I ask for empathy not sympathy. 

I also have social anxiety and it interacts with my actual anxiety and I can’t even take medication because I’m too young for it. I hate that weird confusing numb feeling in your head which is apparently brain fog. 

I hate that I gaslight myself all the time. I hate feeling like my body is not my body or having random intrusive thoughts that just cause more anxiety. I hate that I feel like I don’t even know what I am, who I am, I hate that this is so debilitating and nobody understands.

I hate that I’m so sensitive and I let little things manifest into nightmares for me and you know I hate every moment being an embarrassing moment, or “awkward”. 

Does anyone else get those weird flashbacks of you doing something embarrassing and it’s kind of traumatic because your anxiety makes it seem so much bigger than it is, I hate that too. 

I just wish I was normal.