Functional anxiety is hard. It's a silent battle that we force ourselves to win. We push ourselves to face it. We get up, go to work, do the usual things we’re supposed to do every day. We laugh with friends, socialize with people because we have to, but deep down we’re trembling and struggling just to keep ourselves afloat. We manage to perform well, even excel at things, but because we look okay, no one knows or notices that something’s wrong. We handle it so well that we don’t even talk about it anymore. Drained. Stressed. But still not giving up.



















