The loneliest place in the world is inside my head when anxiety takes hold.
When I try to speak up for myself, but the voice which comes out only sounds sad and pathetic.
Or, even worse, like I’m trying to cause a drama or make something “all about me” because I take everything personally.
And I’m told “grow some balls” or “get over it and move on – like a NORMAL person would”.
That’s when I feel isolated and voiceless. Like anything I say to try to explain sounds so ‘me, me, me’ and only proves the other person’s point.
Because anxiety does make everything all about me. It’s my fault. I’m worthless.