Between sixth and ninth grade, I would stay home because I just simply couldn’t go to school.
Walking down those halls, seeing all those other people, getting more work to add to the ever-growing pile—it was all too much for me. I couldn’t even participate in gym, I was scared of what all these other people thought of me and my body. I was scared to go out in public without a friend with me.
Living was just daunting, terrifying, like climbing Mt. Everest without any equipment. I couldn’t do it. In the summer between freshman and sophomore year and after a short period of anorexia, I was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder and got a prescription for antidepressants.
Am I better now? Yes. I can function as a regular teen now, whatever a regular teen is. What do I have to say to people who think anxiety is all in my head? You’re right, but not in the way you think you are.
Anxiety is in my head, and it made my life hell. It’s a real thing and I couldn’t help it. You can’t just wish away mental disorders. It doesn’t work like that, and it never has. *drops mic*
From: Izzy E-W