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I have this poster for a good reason |
I'm really proud of this one, and am really enjoying writing lately. This is about overcoming anxiety. I'm hoping being open about this might help other people feel like it's okay to get help and also that they aren't alone. As an added bonus, it certainly was cathartic.
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It’s strange how you can be an inhabitant in your own mind for so long, and yet not notice when things have, slowly but surely, begun to go awry.
In my college admissions essay, I wrote about fear – that “it may drive, or inspire, or limit me, but with knowledge, and independence, and powerful motivation, I can conquer the things that strike dread into my soul.”
Little did I know that, sometimes, fear itself is what you have to conquer – and that you can’t always overcome it on your own.
When I wrote that essay, was I beginning to realize? Did I have any inkling whatsoever? Had I begun to look inside myself and see what was there for what it truly was?