There is this thing called stress. I know, everyone knows.
Stress can eat you alive. Carve out every centimetre of flesh out of your stomach, leaving a gaping hole where your belly once was.
There is this stress that's good.
And there's the bad one too.
The bad one can last for days, weeks, a year maybe. Then your hair starts to fall off, your nails rip easily, you loose weight and have nightmares.
It can also last for a couple of seconds.
But wait, isn't that called anxiety??
I always hated the word "anxiety". Reminded me of social anxiety, which I don't have, and it felt like if I told anyone I have "anxiety" people would assume I have social anxiety. I DON'T.
My stress makes my nerves go bananas (haha funny word). I ususally want to cry, But then, oh wait, it's over ten seconds later.
Was it then anxiety? Think of all the suicidal children, think of them. You have it so much more easier than them.
Don't cry because you failed, smile because you tried.
That's not how it went, was it?
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