Wow. You’re such an ungrateful person.
Because my anxiety revolves primarily around traveling, i.e. cars, plans, trains, helicopters and my body’s central nervous system reacts so intensely that I vomit, shake, and hyperventilate? So, instead of forcing my boyfriend to literally TAKE CARE OF ME on what’s supposed to be a romantic gesture and exciting experience, we re-plan something more casual but still enjoyable because I’m honest about my mental-illness(s) and like a sweet, supportive partner… he’s understanding. I’m not ungrateful. I can’t control anxiety, the same way you can’t control depression. It’s ruining my every-day life, I don’t need to feel any worse about it. So uh, fuck you.













