What is it like to just relax and not worry that you’re forgetting some huge responsibility and therefore can’t allow yourself to fully enjoy your self-care time?
What is it like be like to hear someone’s story and not immediately use it as a yardstick against which to measure your own quality of life and well-being?
What is it like to understand right away that when someone asks you a question, they do so out of curiosity, not because they’re trying to trip you up or make you feel insecure in your lack of knowledge?
What is it like to hear someone critique you without feeling your complete sense of worth drain away from you?
What is it like to wake up from a weird dream and simply accept it as a dream and not as if it is said deep, terrible things about who you are and how your life is?
What is it like to make a mistake at work and not immediately assume you’re going to get fired because you’re useless and replaceable?
What is it like to look at your partner and just understand that they love you unconditionally instead of assuming they are so annoyed by you that they only reluctantly deal with your garbage?
What is it like to accept that you love this person more than life itself without second-guessing yourself anytime you notice someone attractive or see other people more “lovey-dovey” than the two of you are?
What is it like for your friends to do things without you and not assume they are leaving you out on purpose because they can’t stand you?
What is it like to have questions about life without becoming so fixated on them that you can’t see the world around you?
What is it like to have political conversations without either blowing up on those who disagree with you or shrinking into yourself because you don’t trust that your answers are good enough?
What is it like to be secure in who you are and confident that you are enough?
What is it like to not panic about the state of your bank account every time you hand over your debit card or hit “Complete Purchase” on a screen or pay a bill?
What is it like to not have to worry about when the anxiety is going to come back in ways that will crush you after months of peace?
What is it like to not have almost every single memory touched by anxiety’s constant presence?
What is life without anxiety like?
I still don’t know. I don’t know if I ever will.
So tell me: what’s it like?