High-functioning anxiety sounds likeâŠ
Youâre not good enough. Youâre a bad friend. Youâre not good at your job. Youâre wasting time. Youâre a waste of time. Your boyfriend doesnât love you. Youâre so needy. What are you doing with yourself? Why would you say that? What if they hate it? Why canât you have your shit together? Youâre going to get anxious and because youâre going to get anxious, youâre going to mess everything up. Youâre a fraud. Just good at faking it. Youâre letting everybody down. No one here likes you.
All the while, it appears perfectly calm.
Itâs always looking for the next outlet, something to channel the never-ending energy. Writing. Running. List-making. Mindless tasks (whatever keeps you busy). Doing jumping jacks in the kitchen. Dancing in the living room, pretending itâs for fun, when really itâs a choreographed routine of desperation, trying to tire out the thoughts stuck in your head.
holy fuck this


















