During the summer, I would have good days and bad days, but it always felt as though the bad days outnumbered the good.
I would be stressed over everything, I would kick myself for every little thing done wrong and I just felt as though I was letting everyone down the whole summer.
That's a lot on one person's shoulders.
The whole summer long I felt as though I was letting everyone down and I didn't talk to anyone about it.
I felt so alone for three months, but I couldn't ask someone for help.
I felt as though I couldn't ask someone for help because I didn't think other people would understand. I thought that they would compare my constant anxiety to stressing out over a test that you only became nervous for a few minutes before you receive the test.
I felt as though I was always on edge and that anything could set me off.
It went on for so long that it became a normal feeling to me.
That's not okay.
I didn't do much to change things, but I did start to talk to people more, I started to say how I truly felt from time to time and it felt pretty good.
I knew that I'm defiantly not the only person who deals with anxiety in the world, but I felt as though I was the only person in MY world, meaning my social groups.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
Did you know that nowadays, about one person out of three deals with a mental illness of some sort?
That's insane, it's absolutely insane. One person out of every three? That could be your mother, father, brother, sister, cousin, best friend, teacher, classmate, it can be anyone and you don't know who because you can't always see a mental illness.
I went to the movies tonight with two of my good friends, and at one point, one of them left about two thirds into the movie.
I figured at first that he was just going to the washroom, but as time went on, I got more and more worried about him.
I hid my phone so I wouldn't disturb anyone else and then I sent him a text to see if everything was alright.
He kept telling me that everything was fine, but when I saw him after the movie ended, I knew something was wrong.
I'm not going to go into detail about the story because it's not mine to tell, but in the long run, my friend was outside getting some air.
He told me that he thought it was better out there than in the theatre and that's okay.
He needed fresh air, he needed time to himself and that's okay, my other friend and I understood completely! Of course we wanted to make sure that he was okay, but we also don't want to push anything.
He texted me after we all got home and we talked about it and how he'll always have my support.
I was so proud of him because he was talking about it to me, he was reaching out and trusting me.
That's exactly what he have to do more. We need to trust the people in our lives a little bit more, we need to open up if we ever feel too stressed or worried or anything else and we need to reach out.
If you ever need someone to reach out to and don't know who, I will always accept emails and help out whoever and however I can at the email address onemoregirlonlineadvice@gmail.com
I can promise you that someone will always be there, whether it's myself or someone within your social group, willing to reach out to you too.
One More Girl, no longer online
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