Okay, so maybe not braver, sorry. My anxiety is pounding my skull knowing that people will get upset, think that my title is me calling them cowards, that they know I'm not brave. Don't be mad at me its not what I meant, I'm sorry. Let me start over.
My anxiety doesn't just clog my vision, it fogs yoursto the fact that everything I do is a big deal,It's hard to live a life when your brain only focuses on destruction.
So, what I want you to understand is that if I had to describe myself in one word its brave. And not in the valiant knight, stand in front of an armed man to stop is bullet brave. I'm talking about how every day when I come home I check the closets, under the bed, and behind the shower curtain because I always think someone broke in. You never do that because you aren't afraid of that, you aren't anxious. But through the tight grip my anxiety has on my stomach I look. Every day.
My anxiety makes me afraid of almost every situation, yet in every single one, I swallow and search out my fear; I push forward.
My anxiety makes me braver then you.
