To my daughter who battles the darkness of anxiety and obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) at a mere 8 years old. I see you, I see your struggle.
I see the worry in your body language, I see it in the quiet of your eyes. I see it in the way you escape to your room and beg not to talk, when you joke that you are simply being antisocial.
I see it in the way anxiety also has the opposite effect, when you wake me up terrified of the nighttime because your stress is at an imploding level.Read more on themighty.com