I get told a lot that I am brave for being open and honest about my anxiety. How most people hide it. There is nothing brave about it. I am a product of unconditional love and acceptance. I speak openly because that is me. I never felt shameful or like I was broken due to it. I have also been told I am brave for being me and not apologizing for it.  The brave people are those who have to break through the lack of support and stand up and say this is me and I have a disease and it is okay.  I am determined and unapologetic in my quest to get better as well as raise mental health awareness. I am a very determined person who has no shame going to service Canada balling my face off, as I carry my service cat in her carrier so that I get what I need. I demand the help I deserve.  I don’t care what I look like. Other people’s opinions of me is the last thing on my mind.

I had to leave my apartment for 2 hrs today for the yearly inspection of the building. I took myself to eat lunch out. No one could go with me so I went with my service cat. I was wearing a black cat dress with my black cat in her purse looking carrier and lightly crying at a restaurant. Fun fact if you are lightly crying and just keep on as usual, people treat you normal and don’t make it a thing. I hate it when people I don’t know make it a thing. 

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