La mia ansia mi convince che tutti mi odiano

La mia ansia mi rende molto insicuro. Prendo le cose troppo sul personale.

When I call my friends and they don’t answer right away, it automatically gets me thinking that they don’t want to talk to me, that they are angry with me.

Mi viene sempre in mente lo scenario peggiore in cui ho il ruolo di protagonista.

Temo quelle situazioni in cui potrebbe esserci anche la minima possibilità che qualcuno mi respinga. Odio trovarmi in questo tipo di situazioni.

Mi rende ancora più insicura di quanto non lo sia già.

When I think someone has rejected me, I feel like I’m totally invisible and unimportant. I feel like no one cares about me.

Anche quando ricevo il testo, lo esamino troppo a fondo. Analizzo il possibile tono del testo. Mi chiedo cosa volessero davvero dire.

Mi vengono in mente milioni di domande: Am I boring? They don’t want to talk to me, why did I even send the text in the first place?

It doesn’t matter with whom or in which situation, but I just have to be sure that the person I find important in my life loves me.

Devo sentirmi sicuro e amato perché mi fa sentire sollevato. Mi fa sentire che non succederà nulla di male.

Al contrario, mi verrà in mente il peggior risultato possibile. In realtà, la mia testa dirigerà un horror invece di una storia d'amore, e allontanerò quelle persone dalla mia vita solo a causa della mia ansia.

My anxiety forces me to overthink everything. If my friends tell me they can’t make it to our date tonight because they are tired or have to work late, I won’t believe them.

I won’t even consider the possibility they are telling me the truth. I’ll overthink what they’ve said and come up with an answer like: “They don’t want to be friends with me anymore.”

My anxiety makes me pessimistic—like if anything has the option of going wrong, it will. I always have the feeling that the whole world is against me, that everyone is out to get me.

I have the feeling that I’m so vulnerable, and I can’t do anything about it.

It’s almost impossible to think positively when nothing goes your way.

I’m so clumsy in social situations. I never fit in anywhere I go.

I’m just not cut out to be like everyone else, like the ‘normal’ people.

It’s so hard for me to talk to people. I barely talk to the ones I’ve known for years—let alone a stranger in the supermarket.

Parto sempre dal presupposto di non piacere a nessuno e di volermi allontanare il più possibile.

I don’t like dating because of all this. I never get if the person talking to me is really interessato a me, o sta solo facendo il simpatico?

Even if they tell me they like me, I won’t believe them. I know it’s just a matter of time until they leave me because they’ve seen the real me, and they don’t like it.

Il mio ansia mi fa mancare di rispetto a me stesso. Mi fa pensare che non sono né sarò mai abbastanza bravo.

So when people around me say they love me or say that I’m beautiful, I don’t believe them. Why would anyone think anything nice of me? It’s just impossible because I’m none of those things.

Because of my anxiety, I can’t see how much I’m worth. I see only flaws.