Since I was 14 years old, I’ve been treated for depression, anxiety, and ADHD. Don’t get me wrong, the pills do help immensely, but some days I feel so down and the ground. On those days I just want to hide under the covers and never leave my house. People still scare me from time to time, and my anxiety gets the best of me in those situations. I make up millions of scenarios in my head and make myself believe that no one would ever want to talk to me and I’m going to be alone with my thoughts for the rest of my life. I’ve learned to handle those thoughts for the most part, but sometimes they do win. My message to those struggling like me, remind yourself every day, at any given point, that you are so valuable and capable of being loved. The first step is to except yourself and love the person you really are, not what your mental disorders make you believe you are. You are not your disorder, you are a person and you must love and care for that person at all costs.