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Living with Anxiety: What I Wish People Understood About Me

It’s not just overthinking. It’s a constant battle no one else sees.

By The Pen of Farooq Published 6 months ago 3 min read

I. The Face I Show, and the Storm Inside

If you met me on the street, you'd probably think I’m doing okay. I smile. I make jokes. I go to work or school. I show up. But what you don’t see is what’s going on behind that smile — a mind running at full speed, always scared of something going wrong, even when everything seems fine.

I live with anxiety. And this story is what I wish people understood about me — and about others like me.


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II. It's Not Just Worrying


People say, “Everyone gets anxious sometimes,” and they’re right — but anxiety is more than normal worry. It’s not just feeling nervous before an exam or a meeting. It’s waking up with a tight chest for no reason. It’s questioning every word I said in yesterday’s conversation. It’s my heart racing in a peaceful room.

I don’t choose to feel this way. I can’t just “calm down” because someone tells me to. Anxiety feels like your mind is stuck in a loop you can’t break. You try to be normal, but inside, you feel like you're drowning — quietly, while still smiling.


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III. Daily Life Is a Battle

Simple things are not so simple for me. Making a phone call takes courage. Attending a gathering means preparing mentally for hours. Even replying to a message can feel overwhelming sometimes.

People say I’m “too sensitive” or “too quiet,” but they don’t see how much energy it takes for me to just exist in the world.

There were times I canceled plans because I felt frozen by fear — not because I didn’t want to come, but because I physically couldn’t. My mind wouldn’t let me. And then I felt guilty about it all night.


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IV. What Triggers It? Sometimes Nothing.

One of the hardest parts is not knowing why anxiety hits. It’s not always connected to a reason. I could be eating breakfast and suddenly feel a wave of panic for no reason.

My hands sweat. My breathing changes. My heart beats fast. And then the thoughts start racing:
“What if something’s wrong?”
“What if I embarrass myself?”
“What if I’m not good enough?”

No one else sees this happening. I’ve learned to hide it well.


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V. Things That Help Me

Over time, I’ve found small things that help me cope. They don’t cure anxiety, but they give me some control:

Writing: Putting my thoughts on paper gives them less power.

Breathing exercises: Deep breaths help me come back to the present moment.

Safe people: Having one or two people who don’t judge me makes a huge difference.

Routine: Knowing what’s coming next keeps my mind from spinning too much.


And sometimes, I just need space — without questions, without pressure.


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VI. What I Wish You Knew

1. I’m not weak.
Living with anxiety and still showing up every day takes strength most people don’t see.


2. I’m not avoiding you.
If I distance myself, it’s not personal. I’m just overwhelmed and trying to protect my mental health.


3. Your support matters.
You don’t have to “fix” me. Just being there, listening without judgment, makes all the difference.


4. Anxiety looks different in everyone.
Some of us hide it behind laughter. Some behind silence. Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there.




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VII. I'm Still Growing

I’m learning how to manage anxiety — slowly, patiently. Some days are easier. Others feel heavy. But I keep going. I’ve learned to be kinder to myself. To stop calling myself “crazy” or “too much.”

I’ve started therapy. I’ve read books. I’ve cried. I’ve healed. And I’m still healing.


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VIII. You’re Not Alone

If you live with anxiety too, I want you to know:
You’re not broken. You’re not weak. And you’re definitely not alone.

Our stories matter. Our voices matter. And even on the hardest days, we are enough.


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About the Creator

The Pen of Farooq

Just a soul with a pen, writing what hearts feel but lips can't say. I write truth, pain, healing, and the moments in between. Through every word, I hope to echo something real. Welcome to the world of The Pen of Farooq.

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