Anxiety was always a thing. It’s not new, it’s just newly labelled and it seems so many understand what it feels like. But many people don’t understand and if you don’t, I hope you never do.

Anxiety feels like pain. In your heart, in your soul. It feels like fear. Fear of people, friends, family, of unknowns, of insanity. It feels like self doubt in emotional times, stressful times. It feels like words are suddenly just syllables that echo your tears. Anxiety is anger you don’t understand where it came from or where to place it.

Anxiety used to be coined neurotic, used to get a person a lobotomy.

Then the masses learn of anxiety and still, some people don’t try to understand when they love someone with anxiety.

Theres nothing wrong with the anxious one, there’s no brain issues or things needing to be fixed or outgrown from. Quite the opposite. It’s a feeling that’s suddenly understand just as much as you suddenly become aware your breathing is automatic. The person needs only to be accepted, loved and hand held when the sky is falling.

Anxiety isn’t a mark on your face that shows where it hurts. It’s not predictable or expendable. It also pulls in other emotions like depression.

And just know, no matter what you look for in someone’s smile, you will never see the anxiety because it is hidden. Deep in thoughts, feelings and emotions. And like anything left buried, it rots.

So friends, if you have an anxious mind like mine- talk to people, journal it out, surround yourself with positivity and learn self love, learn how to hold the roof up for yourself.

Because anxiety, like any emotion, will pass. And then, love can fill the space.

It’s okay, to not be okay,

Norma Rrae


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3 responses to “Anxiety and Love”

  1. Thank you for a valuable article. My own ‘anxiety/depression’ crept in, almost surreptitiously at first. I had moved from running a small hotel with my husband (never happier…) back to a more mundane life. I was commissioned to write a book about hotel life, which I did, and it was successful, so I should have been delighted. At the same time, two good friends and my father died, and one friend in particular had a harrowing demise. This was during my menopause years…Gradually,even with three loving sons and husband around, I changed from a half-glass full person to an anxious, fearful and grieving one! Little did I know there was worse to come. My beloved mother was then knocked down and eventually died. I was pòleaxed didn’t want to go out or see people. Luckily, after a truly alien, protracted and horrible period, I eventually joined a group therapy class and realized how many other people also suffered in similar fashion. I talked to a couple of Carers, who were most helpful, and v e r y gradually, I emerged and was able to carry on happily as before. It night sound odd, but I was grateful for the dreadful experience, as it made me even more empathetic to others. I now carry my dear mother, father and friends in my heart. Best wishes

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    1. Wow, this is a heartbreaking and wonderfully inspiring story. I’m sorry you experienced such loss so close to each other.
      With how beautifully this is written I can only imagine your parents raised a lovely human.
      I wish you all the best in your future endeavours 🩷

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      1. Thank you kindly, Norma Love and hope are all. xx

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