Not having anxiety feels scary
It's been some time since I recovered. It feels surreal and like I've lost an identity, a friend.
It sucks to realize that my triggers are my parents and my therapist told me to move out. Their home is such a chaotic place to live and I know she's right. I have to leave, I am working on it. It feels so scary. I have nothing to heal now-- just things to work towards.
The kid I used to be no longer exists. The woman I am now, initiates conversations with strangers, sends voice notes left and right, confronts people, doesn't have test anxiety the way she used to before, manages to make time for her hobbies, has hobbies, she is nothing like the kid she used to be. She is so social now, in fact her therapist told her that isolation is her second trigger. Agreed.
I don't know who I am anymore. I am the person I was before my parents gave me a mental illness. I barely remember her. I don't know who I am anymore and it feels overwhelming.