You know the feeling.

The one where you've been in a relationship for a few days, few months, few years; whatever it may be, and you have these random moments where you break down. It's about this time that your significant other comes in the room, shocked because you are crying/hyperventilating/dying, and asks you what's wrong.

And here's the best part.

You have no idea what's wrong.

I joke about it now, but it's actually not funny. Literally, the worst part of anxiety and mental illness is the part where you can't explain what's wrong. It's almost embarrassing when you're sitting there in tears with absolutely no explanation to your feelings. Unless that person has gone through it before, 9 times out of 10 they're going to be very confused because they don't know how to help you.

Anxiety has ended a lot of my relationships with people (not just romantic relationships, either). There comes a point in time where I cannot handle this person, whether it be because of drama, small arguments, etc. To be honest, sometimes the best thing for me is to be left alone. I've never been able to offer an explanation for this, but after much thought, I think I finally have a suitable one.

So here it is.

It's not you...and it's not me, either. It's simply my anxiety. Actually, there's nothing simple about it. I can't control it. You can't control it. I'm sorry if it ruined a good relationship. It tends to interfere with the things I love. But, I also know if we were meant to be friends or in a relationship or whatever the case may be, it would happen.

Sometimes, there has to be an interference to end things that aren't meant to be. You can't blame yourself, but you can't blame me, either. If I ended things because of my anxiety, you have to understand that it was for my own well being, and if you really care about me, then you should understand how important that is. If we are being honest, I shouldn't ever have to offer an explanation for taking care of myself. But I am anyway because I feel like it's overdue.

You might roll your eyes at this. You might laugh and think it's ridiculous. You might've stopped reading after the title because you couldn't believe I'd write something so stupid. But if you do any of those things, you weren't meant to be in my life anyways.

But if you're still reading...just know:

It's not you. It's my anxiety.