During the years my mother was still putting me to bed, I would ask her one question before she left my room each night: “Can you give me something good to think about?” I hoped her suggestions would give me a way to prevent my brain from spiraling out of control. I didn't realize it at the time, but thus began decades of trying to find ways to escape my own anxious thoughts. And despite the fact that I’ve likely had anxiety since I was a toddler, it’s only in the last five years that I’ve been able to acknowledge it and start talking about it.
It’s hard to explain what it’s like to live with anxiety unless you’ve experienced it. But for every woman (and man) who struggles with these issues, there are a whole host of people around them who want to try and understand.