Reality check.

I have anxiety. I get panic attacks.

There's nothing wrong with me. I'm not a problem. I am not weak.

I try to put myself in others' and look at myself when i get the attacks, I feel so ashamed of myself. I'm such a burden to others.

My family would say not. Others wouldn't answer.

I have anxiety. I get panic attacks.

I feel so weak when i get them, I get so scared everytime.

although i feel that I am winning over some of my symptoms, I always get a new one. I get much more scared.

I have anxiety. I get panic attacks.

I dread that I will have to endure it for the rest of my life.

I fear that it will ruin me. I fear that i wont be good enough to be with anyone.

So i have anxiety. So I get panic attacks.

although I develop more symptoms, i learn to over come them even it takes time.

although it keeps coming back after some period of time, it still goes away somehow.

Like what I have been told, its like a memory. It will depend on how i will deal with it; i can conceal it, forget it, or remember it. But it will always be there.


So I have anxiety. So I get panic attacks.

I will encounter more problems that will make life more difficult for me. I'm holding on to my faith. I will survive because I am a child of God. He will always have my back. Thank you God, for making me like this. I feel stronger.

Maybe I can say these things because i dont feel it now. I dont have to upset myself all the time because i get those emotions once in a while.

I can be happy.

Lif is too damn short to be depressed all the time.

I'm gonna live it well.