For those that know me, I am very odd and unusual. I jiggle a locked door knob three times (sounds sexual), I sing my "The doors lock" sing. Rush to the elevator because I am late. Once I travel 7 floors down, I am immediately filled with dread as the biggest life question flashes in my head "Did I lock the door?"
My roommate ( who is present with me) will turn to me and say, "we have went down the elevator three times already, we are good! I swear by the charisma of Ryan Reynolds that the door is locked! "
I suffer from anxiety. Okay, that is an understatement. I am more of a BDSM slave to my anxiety. I call it Daddy. Anxi-Dad-ity!
Literally, I have been diagnosed with this. I am not one of those people that goes "Oh my God! My favorite thing is not in the right place! God, I am such a OCD person." When people do that, I find it ridiculous! Like if your legs fall asleep, do you announce, "oh my God, I can't walk. Darn my Paraplegia! Where's my wheel chair."
I love the people that are my support system. Especially my girlfriend, Sarah . Believe me when I say this- I AM SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS!
But she never makes me feel bad. She is so sweet and awesome to me....mainly because if I die, she doesn't wanna be the prime suspect.
All in all. If you see someone struggling, be there for them. A simple act of kindness can demonstrates that they matter. That act is sometimes the difference between a day being good or bad for that person. Love, simple as that. Cheers!