It may sounds silly but when I’m going through phases of bad anxiety, being around my mother and nan makes is 10x worse. After having anxiety as a child and teenager that they tried so hard to help with I like to keep up a front with them that I’m ok, abit stressed but nowhere near what I was when I was younger. I just never want to let them down. They were so proud when they thought I had beaten all my Demons. The truth is I’m struggling, it’s been around 6 months of awful anxiety and emetophobia and my life is a shell of what it used to be. But today I spent the day with them, picked them up, drove them around and went shopping, although I did struggle in the shops. It was lovely and I managed to keep my anxiety at a minimum for most of it. I am now on the sofa aching and tired from keeping up appearances all day but feeling grateful that I’ve taken that step and spent time with them for the first time in over a month.
