You’ll never get it and I’m glad. You will never know what it feels like to think jumping off a ledge would be easier than waking up tomorrow. You will never get how it feels to think you are having a heart attack but you are actually having a panic attack. Then it starts happening in the middle of the day or at 2 am and no matter how much you acknowledge that it’s anxiety you will never stop thinking that you might by dying. I am glad but also you will never understand how hard it is. How weak i feel. How much of a burden i feel. How much i feel i have to suffer alone. How many mistakes I’ll make because I’ll try to self medicate the pain away. How much that will lead to more anxiety because I’ll make mistakes and I’ll lose friends. It’s so lonely. I will forever envy anyone who has never had to deal with this. You should feel lucky. I feel like I have to fight so hard everyday just to act like I’m okay. I wish I was just okay. Today is a good day but I still dread having another bad day all the time.