To my rock,

I know it’s hard to love a girl who is one second so full of life but the next is curled up crying. Loving a girl who can’t make up her mind, even when it comes to something as simple as what to eat for dinner. Loving a girl that acts like she loves you one minute, but in the next, acts like she wants nothing to do with you.

I know it’s hard talking me through every situation I encounter. Talking me through my panic attacks and manic episodes. Talking to me through the unrealistic scenarios that fill my mind and keep me up at night.

I know it’s hard comforting me when I cannot be strong enough to comfort you. Comforting me through the tears over something I had no control over. Comforting me through the depression, when I feel like I would rather die than live.

I know it’s hard helping me make decisions because you know the breakdown I will have if I have to decide on my own. Helping me find strength and courage to do a task as little as getting out of bed in the mornings. Helping me remember to breathe when I am hyperventilating over yet another silly thing.

Yet, somehow you make it look so easy... so thank you.

Thank you for choosing to stay with me when you could easily find a girl that isn’t a project, but also never making me feel like I am one. Thank you for not leaving when I try pushing you away, or even telling you to “go find someone better.” Thank you for accepting me how I am and never trying to change me. Thank you for forgiving me multiple times a day when you shouldn’t have to. Thank you for accepting this messy mind of mine.

Most of all, thank you for loving me.

Yours truly,

anxiety-filled girlfriend