Yesterday, my partner said to me, “you’re my rock. You’ve been so stable for me through all of this,” and it triggered me because I don’t want to be a rock anymore. I’m sick of being a rock. 

Behind the scenes, I’m a bag of nerves, not a rock. I can’t share my anxieties or emotion or I bet he’d freak out. 

I’ve felt numb and anxious all day no ça t eat. 

My boss kept asking me if I was ok and that he needed the “bubbly” girl back and to go sit in the sun. 

Holy shit. 

How do we all manage with crazy anxiety?