Anxiety and That First Healthy Relationship
Some days the anxiety wins. It took me more than fifty years to understand the grip it has on me. Not “had”. The bastard doesn’t give up easily and at times it is so impossible to tell the lies it tells from actual red flags. That’s how it wins. And God help anyone who loves a person with crippling anxiety. We can trust you 100%, but we are convinced that something better than us will come along and will convince ourselves that you deserve that better thing, just waiting for the news that you’ve moved on. If there isn’t a better option, the next lie is that we are too much work, and we wouldn’t blame anyone for getting tired of the constant need for reassurance. Especially when we do know better because we shouldn’t need it. Yet we do. Our practical, analytical minds know every reason and recall every act that disproves the lies, yet the bastard can use those same facts to drive anxiety higher. There are good days, we are confident in our situation yet one small thing triggers a