Ever since I was a little kid, my mind has felt very loud. When I was younger, things that other people seemed to deal with just fine would make me shake and sweat. A change in dinner plans would cause my heart to pound. A less-than-perfect test score would send me into a spiral of self-doubt.
Social situations were especially tough. I loved being around people, but I simultaneously dreaded it. If something made me anxious, my mood flipped like a switch. I would go from happy and bubbly to irritable and upset in a matter of seconds.
I felt like I wasn’t normal—like there was something wrong with me. I wish I had known then what I know now: There is nothing wrong with me. I just have an anxiety disorder.
Ever since I was a little kid, my mind has felt very loud. When I was younger, things that didn’t bother other people would make me shake and sweat. A change in dinner plans would cause my heart to pound. A less-than-perfect test score would send me into a spiral of self-doubt.
Social situations were especially tough. I loved being around people. But I simultaneously dreaded it. If something made me anxious, I would go from happy to upset in seconds.
I felt like there was something wrong with me. I wish I had known then what I know now: Nothing is wrong with me. I just have an anxiety disorder.