I read an amazing post about anxiety yesterday.
It concludes with "But more than anything anxiety is caring. It’s never wanting to hurt someone’s feelings. It’s never wanting to do something wrong. More than anything, it’s the want and need to simply be accepted and liked. So you try too hard sometimes."
I thought I could have written the article.
I care. Perhaps I care too much.
I'm writing this in a hospital waiting room waiting to have an ultrasound to check a lump. I should be focussing on myself but I can't and am working on my laptop (I have loads on at the moment) and am writing this.
It's because I really want to be liked. It's because I care about people. Often a lot more than I care about myself.
And it's anxiety that makes me feel like that.
I love the fact that I care. I love the fact that I want to do things for others. I just wish I could give a bit to myself.
Mr Paul Wyse