Have you ever been threatened by the fact that you might have forgotten to lock the main door once you leave home? That is anxiety!
Have you been to the largest stationery store that you’ve ever visited, and felt the need to pick up each and everything, but your mom rejects your plea to buy so much at once, so you have to limit what you cop? Besides, each and every item you pass by, aisle by aisle, is nothing but another main door that you forgot to lock.
It is not a phase that one goes through, it is not a day that is off, it is not your mood that just swung like a baseball bat hitting a home run, it is a condition that will not cease to exist. Some people call it a “beautiful scar”, but there is nothing beautiful about it.
The fact that people feel the need to “small talk” about it, is enough to ruin the beauty at one go. A person with such a chronic condition should be the last to be talked to about.
When you tell them that they are just worrying and nothing more, trust me, they know better. Dear trendsetters, who are you to define the standards of normal? What is wrong and what is right; who decides?
Dear people who enjoy the benefit of the doubt, you are the folks who bestow the benefits and my anxious lads wouldn’t make it above the doubt.
Do not act like the crab who pulls the other down just as they are trying to get up. When you see someone cope up with their condition, do not belittle them with advice about something you have no clue about, because you’ve never been remotely associated with it.
The apex of the pyramid of don’ts would be; do not make them a patronising promise like “it’s all gonna be okay” because you do not know that.
You do not know if they are going to make it through, as most of them are waiting for that one point of saturation, to give up on everything they are/have/know.
What you can in turn do is be considerate. Support them to keep going, because sooner or later, there is going to be one day in their lives, when they shall feel the light breeze up their cheeks, or witness a cocoon turning into a butterfly, or even randomly see the sun setting at the horizon, and feel glad to have kept going to that point.
When you see such imperfectly, perfect greatness, my dear “decisive” and “stable” pals, just admire them, instead of trying to win them over.