I wish I knew what to feel.
Relief? I have a name to my problem.
Anger? That I didn't see it sooner.
Sadness? Because of what that entitles.
I'm finding some gratitude that it wasn't something more severe.
But I can't help but sit and read the name over and over.
Generalized Anxiety Disorder.
It feels like that name belongs to someone else.
I guess that means I'm surprised more than anything.
I really don't know much at all about life.
And even more so, I don't know much at all about myself.