Anxiety is real.

People like me who suffer from anxiety are usually the types of people who go unnoticed.. the people with fake smiles and bright personalities. Outsiders do not get it. I don’t care what you say, unless you experience anxiety, you can’t even compare it to anything. Anxiety is feeling bad for putting yourself first.. anxiety is never enjoying a moment because you’re constantly thinking of the things that can possibly go wrong. Anxiety isn’t someone being shy, or rather latching for attention, because often you will not know someone has anxiety. Someone with anxiety wants to express their emotions and thoughts but can’t because they’re in constant fear of being rejected or embarrassed. Anxiety is replaying bad memories from your past and letting them take over you and consume your mind. Anxiety is the nights of screaming into your pillow, shaking, crying, and most of the time not even knowing the reasons why. Anxiety is real. So very real.