Questions someone living with anxiety asks every day:
Why can’t I cut people out of my life when I’ve had enough?
Why can’t I treat people in the same shitty way they treat me?
Why am I so trusting?
Why do I continue to care about people even after I’ve been used and thrown away?
Why do I feel so alone even when I am surrounded by friends?
Why can’t I have a relationship that I’m not scared of losing?
Why am I a giver, but don’t have the courage to take?
Why do I have a hard time asking for what I need?
Why am I not good enough?
Why does my life seem like an endless circle of confusion and frustration?
Why am I afraid of the future – the next day, hour and minute?
Why have I turned into someone I don’t recognize anymore?
Why can’t I be happy with what I have?
Why do people see love as just a word and not an action?
Why can’t I say No when all I want to do is curl up in a ball?
Why do I feel like it will never get better?