On a journey

 when i think of a journey my mind does go to a physical location. instead, I think of the long journey i have had with my anxiety. for years I felt like i had an invisible weight I carried everywhere with me,

it shows up in ways i can't control, racing heart, shaky hands, spiraling thoughts sometimes it would last for hours.  this journey has shown me how strong i can be I've learned to ask for help, to lean on support systems, and to use coping strategies to bring me back. every time i make it to the other side of a tough moment i prove to myself that I can keep going 

i still struggle with anxiety today, it's a journey i am still on but I see my journey not as something that will come to an end but as a path i will forever walk with and that's ok.