Sometimes I don’t have anything to say about my anxiety.

Sometimes the feeling of being scared is so quiet that I don’t even notice it until I stop feeling it.

Sometimes I’m able to step back and see how well I’m handling everything despite it all.

Sometimes I recognize that I am having normal stress reactions to legitimately stressful things, and these normal stress reactions should be welcome.

Sometimes I haveameltdownanditrytogetthroughitandthenimeltdownevenmore




Sometimes I walk away from my triggers and it’s as if they were never there.

Sometimes I get through the day without feeling sad.

Sometimes, I’m okay.

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