Delilah Scrudato

Hey there Delilah

That girl, in the picture, yeah, that’s me. Your average 26-year-old right? Wrong. That girl is filled with anxiety. Some days, that girl is scared to leave her house. Lately, it seems like every day. It feels like I’m trapped inside and I’ll never see the light. I’m scared of people. Of what you people think of me. Why? I don’t know. I wish I did, maybe then my anxiety wouldn’t have such a hold on me. I’m constantly worrying, constantly trying to do my best and it’s never good enough, it’s exhausting. I wish I were normal. Sometimes I fantasize about being normal, about being me in another life, where I actually have my shit together. Instead, I have anxiety every single day and having anxiety is the worst feeling ever. It feels like someone is sitting on your chest and you can’t breathe. You feel different. You can see the looks on people’s faces judging you, telling you to calm down and breathe. You feel as if there’s something wrong with you, and there is. Your eyes begin to swell with the tears that are all too familiar, followed by a paralyzing feeling of inadequacy.