I recall the first few times I went to the hospital complaining of chest pain, thinking I was having a heart attack. I was diagnosed with anxiety at that time and I fought my family doctor for months after, stating it wasn’t anxiety! I’m not anxious!

It took me ten years from there to learn what these words mean to me. I am anxious, I’m legit the definition of anxiety, because I have autism.

What I didn’t know is that being a neurodivergent meant I automatically feel more, see more, hear more, therefore I’m scared of every like hiccup my body produces and with google at my fingertips, I am constantly dying (or at least that’s what dr google says lol)

So it’s a relief to hear it’s not me, it’s my anxiety, or to be more exact, it’s the tism so now I’m on a journey of believing my doctor. When he says I’m okay and the tests are normal, I don’t need to dig for more proof, I need to trust his medical degree.

-a Non-Miss