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“The very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.”
Anxiety can trick people into thinking we’re the life of the party. But our flailing arms aren’t crazy dance moves or lively storytelling. We’re just drowning on the inside and desperately grasping for anything to keep us afloat.”
As for lickity-split, thank God you’ve finally had your muffin munched.”
Years of people-pleasing, of thinking myself less than, had eroded my gut instinct, leaving me in no place to judge a thing happening within my own damn brain.
Pleasing people relieved my anxiety. But by doing what other people wanted, what secured their happiness, I was often neglecting my own. I put up with things I shouldn’t put up with because I didn’t want to rock the boat. I stayed quiet when I should have spoken up—stayed small when I should have become big. And the more I did it, the more anxious I became and the more I needed to please. I’d set myself up to fail in a vicious circle of self-neglect.
“I dunno, you know, like perhaps unwanted. Undesirable, unattractive, unappealing, undeserving, unseen.”
