It doesn’t help my never ending feeling of anxiety to know that Kyle is always judging me for not wanting to go do all of the things he wants to do. He makes me feel bad when I say I don’t want to go camping up Angeles Crest because I’m scared that a bear might maul us or a mountain lion might hurt us. It’s just hard when he feels like I’m just a big baby. I’m not a big baby, I just have a lot of anxiety.
I wish he could understand that, and being someone who suffers from anxiety I don’t understand why he doesn’t. It makes no sense.
He told me tonight that he wants someone who he can do things with and basically that I can’t be that person because I’m too scared. It just makes me feel like I’m not enough.
I hate this feeling so much )-: