Lauren Jarvis-Gibson

You’ll begin to understand that anxiety cannot be healed. You’ll begin to understand that anxiety is not like a broken leg, or a sprained wrist. And you’ll begin to understand that anxiety is a chemical imbalance, not a cry for attention.

Forever boys will never have enough of you. They will never grow tired of the way you smell and the way you taste when your lips touch theirs. They will never grow tired of the sound of your laugh, or the way they say your name. They will never ever walk out. Because it’s not a game to them. It’s real life.

Strong women are the ones who leave behind the past for the brighter days of their future. They are the ones who find the strength within themselves to let go. And who find the strength within themselves to leave their former selves behind them.

Despite the shaky hands. Despite the shaky legs and the upset stomach. Despite all of it. You can’t let it win. You can’t let it control you. You can’t let anxiety take your life away from you.

You deserve the kind of love that isn’t fleeting. That doesn’t run. That doesn’t leave. That doesn’t go.

Maybe we’re too scared. Scared of falling so hard that we forget how to breathe. Scared of loving too hard. Of wanting too much. Maybe we are all cowards. Cowards who say they believe in love, but run the second it comes our way.

It feels like the floor underneath you is dropping. In college when this first happened to me, I thought the ground beneath was literally moving, or that maybe an earthquake was occurring.

Even if it ended, it doesn’t dissolve the impact that love had on your heart. Even if it ended, it doesn’t mean that you and your partner didn’t have the strength to make it to the top. It doesn’t mean that that love wasn’t real.

The last time she posted on Twitter was January 29th. THAT’S ALMOST TWO MONTHS AGO GUYS. THIS IS NOT OK. NOT GOOD.

You are so much more than your appearance.

Don’t meet my family. Don’t meet my relatives. Don’t hold my hand in public and kiss me on the tip of my nose. Don’t give me bear hugs. Don’t call me yours. If you don’t really want me.

Maybe she thought she needed you at first. That she needed a body to hold at night when it got too dark to see. Or maybe she thought that she needed the reassurance of a hand or a hug. But I can guarantee you, she never needed it. She never needed you.