My mom carried me for nine months. She felt sick for those months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell & her skin stretch. She teared. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and she even suffered many sleepless nights. She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher & my best friend. She's struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me and prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted. Reblog if you love your mom more than anything else in the world ♥
Most people who don't have anxiety or depression don't get it. They don't understand what you mean when you say you cry for no reason. They think you're just emotional. They don't know how it feels to have your heart pumping out of your chest and to be short of breath and can't control it, or to feel like the whole world is tumbling down on top of you and you can't fix it. They don't get that Anxiety & Depression are both illnesses, not a birth defect. It's not your personality either, it's just taken over it. They think we like the attention, but they have no idea how badly we want to feel happy. To have a real smile, not a fake one. To not have to go through the day feeling worthless. To not cry for a week straight. To just be happy, like the average human should.