I realized something todayβ¦ my family thinks Iβm just this social, talkative person which I can be but honestly I battle with social anxiety so bad, I over think everything.. and scared for people to get too close
I stopped telling people when my mental health starts slipping again. Once I heard someone say how exhausting it is to love someone with depression and anxiety, it stayed with me. I never want to feel like Iβm draining the people I care about while Iβm barely keeping myself afloat. So I go quiet. I carry it alone. Not because I want to, but because being seen as a burden hurts more than the silence.
I want to be so comfortable financially that gifting my loved ones becomes second nature.
βYou passedβ
Dinnerβs on me.
βYou bought a car?β
Let me buy you fuel
Gifting my loved ones would honestly make me so happy.