To live with an anxietydisorder is like having a predator entering your door without warning even when you’re at your happiest.
Just when you thought you had a normal life it tries to break you down.
It takes one wrong step, one misunderstanding, and the predator starts eating you up inside out.
And as this happends you find yourself in a situation you thought you had left behind.
In pain, desperation and shame and feeling that you only have yourself to blame.
Never stop looking over your shoulder, never breathe to easily, never forget your dicease.
You fight against it every single day, its the only way, even though its a fight you’ll never completely win.
Not all chronic diseaces are visuable. Whats simular is the need to learn to live with it. The need to constantly keep the predator away.
The need to accept life as it is, and make the best of it. Accept, be happy, live, love but never forget:
The Predator hides behind the door, even when you’re at your happiest.
