Ever After Always (The Bergman Brothers #3)

by Chloe Liese

Anxiety isn’t always debilitating, and for me, more often than not, it doesn’t spiral into

depression, because my meds seem to help with that aspect. But anxiety doesn’t leave, fully. It’s never out of the building. It lurks. It reminds you it’s there. Biding its time. At least, for me it does. It took me a long time—and lots of therapy hours—to accept that my anxiety makes life harder, but it doesn’t make me wrong or damaged or . . . well, anything bad. It just . . . is. And sometimes it’s quiet and sometimes it’s loud, and no matter what, I’ve learned to cope. I’m tough. I push through a lot. And some days, I spend a lot of time wishing there were some silver bullet that would make anxiety vanish from my life for good.

“But it’s like a drug, avoidance. And each day that goes by without tension or worry or disappointment, lulls you with the promise of peace and ease.