To my people,
You don't always notice, but you save me daily. It is in the small things you do without noticing and the big things that take up your energy.
Anxiety is a never-ending battle. Some days are wonderful and the next is a thunderstorm. You know I struggle. You can see I'm having a bad day before I can sometimes. Whether I did something, or more likely didn't do something, you know when I am not me. Regardless of how often I lose myself, you always make sure to bring me back. There are days I have to fight myself to get out of bed, but a text in the group message makes me smile and I'm ready to fight through another day. There are nights I cry for no reason, but you stay up for hours texting me, never even questioning why I'm sad. You get it. You understand that I can't always be okay. You know that asking if I'm okay will only make it worse. You know that telling me it'll be okay is the last thing I want to hear. You know that sometimes it'll take hours, and sometimes it'll take minutes. You know my favorite music, movies and memories to get me through. You know me inside and out, and for some reason you love me no matter what. You love me enough to fight the anxiety-filled person to get back the fun-loving friend you know. It takes an army to fight mental illness, and I think I have the best one. God knew I couldn't do this fight alone so he sent me so many soldiers to fight with mefor me. Thank you for never giving up on me. Thank you for making me laugh when I didn't think I could smile. Thank you for being exactly what I need. Whether you've sent a text checking in, or let me cry on your shoulder, your time and effort has made so much of a difference in my life. Thank you for making me want to see the future because you paint it so beautifully.





















