#high functioning anxiety

[glitterpennotes]

high functioning depressed bitches rise!

✅ responsible for emotional state of entire family from a young age

✅ generally bubbly personality despite internal fear and despair

✅ will be in the absolute depths of misery and mental illness but work and academic performance will never once falter

sometimes i try to talk to my friends about being upset and i get so so uncomfortable bc my whole life i was taught not to burden other people with my sadness so i end up either apologizing or comforting them every time!

[endlessmidnights]

Just because you can’t see my struggle doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist… people never seem to understand that high-functioning anxiety and depression exists and is a problem

[riversidekid]

[ravingxfxbrickxwall]

Sometimes you don’t know how much you’re holding it in until someone is so unapologetically, purely and honestly kind to you

[studentbyday]

sometimes i wonder if i'm depressed but then i remember this is just regular school stress 🙃🥲

[bpdbecca]

[lookingjoligood]

Kindness Doesn't Mean Weakness and Being Rude Doesn't Imply Strength

Being kind doesn’t equate to weakness, and being rude doesn’t necessarily indicate strength. In my experience, I’ve learned that kindness is a virtue that should never be mistaken for weakness. There’s a common misconception that being kind means being a pushover or lacking the strength to stand up for oneself. But in reality, kindness is a reflection of inner strength and compassion. When I…

[misshurricane]

The Martyr

I live in a world of my own where punishment is beloved.

Where every mistake is worth ten lashes upon the skin of my back at the whipping post, a pain to be suffered and enjoyed, slowly and intimately.

Where disappointment is grounds to be strung up in chains and paraded in the streets, in a shame so eagerly deserved.

I live in a world of my own where only martyrs bear true glory.

Where nights of self isolation in the company of my own dread are feats of heroism.

Where every cup of bitter alertness coursing through my veins is a sign of resilience and not desperation.

And I know that I would burn down the world in an eternal wildfire for the number on a piece of paper that owns me, but amidst the pyre, I would refuse to escape from bonds that never even existed.

[jawritter]

I know it works differently for everyone else, but with the form of high functioning anxiety that I have, some days, I do okay. In fact, I can get all kinds of shit done, because my anxiety doesn't allow me to sit still. Then there are days when I'm so exhausted physically and mentally that I can't even get dressed. I just walk around in my PJs all day, and lay in the bed because I'm mentally to tired to adult... Today is one of those exhausting days. If I take a long time to respond, just know I'm okay, I'm just tired. I'll get back to you, I swear.

[sacha1slytherin]

Am watching the movie 'Turtles all the way down' atm, and dayum John did it again! Is very guddddd , coz I for one feel seen 😊

EDIT:

OMAGAWD, JOHN IS IN ITTTTT EHHHHH 🤣

[endlessmidnights]

Why do I exist?

[nasikasakura]

Anxiety

[lllakristos]

Hi highly sensitive people

[shedreamsofparadise08]

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[job-joana]

Foreword

Some people were born poets, I unfortunately was not one of the chosen ones.

I suffer with long phrases, complicated paragraphs and have always been cursed with finding it impossible to quiet down the long stream of words that leave me every time I sit down to write. This nasty habit has followed me to my personal thoughts, never have I ever been able to simply say what I mean. I use synonyms of simple words because I always seem to try to find the perfect locution for whatever I'm feeling, but it is never the case. A thesaurus has always been a dear friend of mine. Plagued with the painful knowledge that I'm not one to write brief beautiful and crystal clear works around what I truly want to communicate. Stuck in a life of misunderstandings all because I constantly fail at constructing simple phrases worthy of attention. Always the quiet one in a full room afraid of being a bore with my weirdly condescending speech. I do not wish to bore you, I merely can not be one of those straightforward individuals with strong words and honest opinions. My nervous system has always been more nervous rather than systematic, my methods are not always orthodox and are far too dishonest to be called true beliefs. My intention isn't to deceive you but perhaps to make you not truly know me, I am afraid you will understand me too well if I speak clearly rather than murmur meaningless sayings.

I chose to not write in my mother language, not because I am not patriotic or fail to exceed at writing with it, my mother tongue is simply too dear to me. Too honest maybe. For all I know, one day I might write to you, beloved reader, in my beautiful language. But right now, you still have to prove to be worth talking to with stronger words and definitions. English was always a sweet shield from harsh realities, owning words that can be powerful but, to me, feel empty.

So if you allow me, let me tell you half-truths with empty words and if you truly wish to get to know me, I'll let you read between the lines.

This is high-functioning.

[th3lightbulb]

Trying to spend more time here