What is it like to love someone with anxiety? Is it hard?
I know I am tired all of the time- I‘m trying to hide it.

I know my mood swings are hard to handle- they are hard for me too.

I know it is annoying when we go out to eat and I only take a few bites- I want to eat, but I’m nauseous.

I know you want us to ride to dinner with our friends- but the thought of not having my own car makes me panic.

I know you want to go on vacations- but the thought of leaving my norm makes me physically sick.

I know it is annoying when my legs shake uncontrollably while you’re trying to go to sleep- I am really trying to get them to stop.

I know you hate it when I ask you when you’ll be home from work- but not knowing makes me worry.

I know you see my short fuse with the kids- please don’t think I’m a bad mom.

I know you see me struggling and want to help- but I don’t know how to let you.

I know you’re tired of eating take out- but I cant muster up the energy to cook.

I know you’re tired of seeing me in sweats and a t-shirt- but its what I’m comfortable in.

I know you are tired of driving- but I’m scared I will wreck.

I know you’re annoyed by my manic cleaning- but it’s what is keeping my mind off of a panic attack.

I know you don’t want to come home to a dirty house- but I’ve been sleeping all day to pass the time.

I know you hate when I only reply with one or two words- but I just don’t feel like talking.

I know you love me- but I want to know, is it hard?