“anxiety isn’t a real disorder,you’re just shy”
THIS. I fought for years with my mother on this. My mother refusing to acknowledge that there was anything wrong. Basically telling me to “knock it off” - “you just need to calm down” - “it’s all in your head” - “stop being so dramatic”. I always knew something wasn’t quite right, how I felt, and it wasn’t until I got older and researched it myself that I learned how to own it and work with my anxiety to get it under better control. It’s so difficult to explain to someone what it feels like, having that constant nervous energy thrumming through you all the time, just waiting to spill over the edge. I feel like telling people to go drink about 10 coffees, and then get back to me on how you think I feel.
