Anxiety: When the Worst-Case Feels Like the Only Case

Even though my psychiatrist specifically prescribed me anti-anxiety pills, it has never really gotten better. Well, it does work, but only for a short while. As soon as I come back to myself, I’m right back at square one.

Yes, the pills can do that to your brain, and no, it's not as scary as you might think.

Sometimes (maybe even most of the time), forgetting that you're in pain for quite a while is actually good for you. But here's the most terrifying part—you can't ignore it forever. Eventually, you need to pay attention to those wounds and try to mend them.

The pills can only do so much.

Think of it this way, you can order food delivery and it will arrive in no time.

But if you don't go out and make an effort to stand up and walk to it, you will still be starving to death.

While Anxiety feels real, it's not. If the sky is blue, and there are no signs of rain and no report of nearby storm, it's not going to rain.

You can carry an umbrella to feel safe, but there's no point in using them (or you can if you're trying to block the sun, but hey that's a totally different topic).

Yes, I know what you're thinking.
"Rain can happen out of nowhere". And you know what? You're right. It can.
That’s exactly what anxiety feeds on: the what ifs. The exceptions.
It takes the rare, the unlikely, and makes it feel inevitable.

But living like it’s always going to rain?
That’s not safety. That’s exhaustion.

You can prepare for the 1% possibility—but not live like it's a 100% certainty.