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It's harder than you think. Believe me.  Also when someone uses the word 'Anxiety', I don't think that they realise its a mental disorder and that over 40 million people in the world suffer from it everyday, some reported and some not. Some aware of what to call it and some who just think that something's wrong with them .  It's a very difficult state of mind to deal with.  Loving somebody with anxiety is not easy either.  Remember that while loving and being there for them, you cannot fix them. It's a state of mind. No body can change that. The minute you try to fix them, you're only making them feel worst. They will feel even more alienated from the world and the process of breathing will only get harder. They will feel broken. There's nothing you can do will magically change their mental state or will suddenly make everything be ok. So don't force them to believe they're ok. They are not.  Just stick by them, talk to them, so the

Hi, so I'm back with yet another subject to write about, after I had a lengthy discussion with a friend. Not getting into the psychological terms for this, so I'm going to call it 'The little baby inside me'. This is about the child that you tamed while growing up, and decided to be mature about it because everyone around you had already decided you were a grown up because you either reached college/ technically you hit puberty/ simply because you were old enough to make rational decisions and chose what subject you wanted to study further. Ever wondered what happened to that little baby? So here's what happened. (The story in my head) That baby sat in a tiny corner of the room, waiting for you to come address it and love it for a little bit, if not too much. All those things that seemed magical in your head, all the happiness and the time's you've just wanted to jump and scream because you were happy, you didn't. That's what a child would do

To be really honest, it's been forever now that I've woken up to mushy texts and sweet good morning messages. Yes, I do miss it. What I really miss is someone else reassuring me about the fact that I'm pretty or how they love my smile or that I should have a good day.  Do I really need someone to tell me all that now?  I know we all grew up with the urge to feel a sense of belonging with society. There's a time when suddenly everyone you know is either going to the gym, playing sports, or just simply colouring their hair red or green. So you wonder if you should try it too right? May be because someone said it may suit you and that you may just become more gorgeous. That thought just somehow comforts you even though you may really not be up for it.  So at this point, suddenly when everyone is going out on dates and having boyfriends, you decide you should probably at least have one good date a month right? I mean, it's ok. Good food, some movie, tons of ic

What happened to us? It was all so good. I found myself slowly missing that magic I could feel around you. We stopped texting as much. We stopped making efforts to go on those dates. We didn't hold hands in public anymore. We stopped staying in that hug for two whole minutes. Why love? I don't know what happened. It all started to feel painful . I started to feel lonely and isolated even when you were around . I couldn't feel that magic anymore. Where did it vanish? It's not like we ever let our work take over us or anything, our magic just vanished, and that thought saddens me. I'm sorry I had to let you go. It made me feel terrible that I used to be happier without around. I'm sorry it got so painful toward the end. I'm sorry because trying to make it work would only mean us trying to change who we were, and that would not be the person I fell in love with. I'm sorry I fell out of love. I'm sorry I chased my dream instead of you. I'm so

There's going to be a day, when it's a brand new start. Ever looked around and wondered how everyone else's life seems in place but yours? How they seem to have everything going for them but you? Also now look at who you're comparing yourself to. I bet everyone's older than you. So STOP. Remember people often say, everything will happen in it's own time? Turns out, that is true. I remember staying in bed on those days I couldn't wake but, honestly, didn't want to, because I knew If i woke up, I had to face the world, and I didn't have the strength to do so. I know how it feels when you realise you're very close to failure. It's harder to breath, you feel like there's a storm inside of you and you just cannot wait for it to end. You don't like getting out, because the normal world scares you. You always start looking for people or things as damaged as you, then it feels like you're not alone. In your head, thou