You Just Don’t Understand. Do You?

Anxiety isn’t black and white.

By Grace K. Bianco

Anxiety is just a small part of me. It is my toughest battle, and the reason I say/do many things. BUT anxiety will never be my identity.

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My specific kind of anxiety is all over the place. I have never been formally diagnosed or even seen a therapist/counselor of any kind. (I am not against any of that. I just haven’t had the chance to do any of it myself.) This makes explaining my mind’s thought process to someone a little difficult.

I don’t mind talking about my crazy mind. So, that’s exactly what I am going to do today. I am going to share what’s really going on inside my head.

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First, we have to address my lovely phobia.

I developed severe emetophobia, the extreme fear of vomit, at the age of four. (I wrote plenty of articles and a whole book about it. Links will be down below.)

This means I am terrified to throw up, and I am terrified of others throwing up.

If you tell me that you don’t feel well, I am instantly terrified of you. It doesn’t…