I am not going to apologize for struggling with anxiety. I’m not going to apologize for the fact that it happens in public and sometimes I don’t even know the reason why. I’m not going to apologize for your anger because you don’t take the time to listen or understand it. I’m not going to apologize for the actions or choices you make from your angry, because again, my anxiety is not something I have to apologize about. I’m not going to apologize for the fact that you don’t know how to help with it, or try to help, because I’ve expressed it many times, and you just haven’t really listened. I’m not going to apologize for you not listening. I’m not going to apologize for feeling hurt. I’m not going to sit here and hate myself for having anxiety. I am not going to tear myself apart again because I’m not perfect. I struggle with Anxiety. I struggle with PTSD. I struggle with Depression. I struggle with Bi-Polar Disorder. I struggle with ADD and OCD. I struggle with not disassociating. I’m not going to apologize for the fact that these things will not ever go away, and that I have struggled with them for as long as I can remember. I’m not going to apologize for the fact that I was born with chemical imbalances in my brain. I’m not to apologize anymore for existing and being myself. These things are part of me, have shaped me, and things I am constantly working on to better myself. Me. Myself. I’m not going to apologize because some people can’t handle being around it, because they have failed to even try and listen to my voice, or educate themselves on it.
I am me. I like me, even on the days I feel like I don’t. I am not going to apologize anymore.
bpd problems
“oh they didnt say hi to me today. they must hate me.”
proceed to stess about why they hate you
