I lived with an undiagnosed anxiety disorder for most of my life. It wasn’t until my mid-20s I realized not everyone worried as much as I did, and I didn’t have to struggle so much.
I had all the things that “should” have made me happy — a good job, a loving marriage, supportive family and friends. But at the end of the day, I was overwhelmed, anxious and exhausted.
I was chasing goal after goal, each time thinking the next milestone would be the one to make me happy. “I’ll be happy when I get a promotion, when I have a family, when I make more money,” and on and on.Read more on themighty.com