Anxiety jokes

I am going to scream, this is a cry for help.

Me: Hey! Do you know how to tie a knot?

Person: Yea, why?

Me: Cause I need help tying this noose :)

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Insomnia.

You'll fit right in along with Depression and anxiety, you can help keep me awake at night because Depression is struggling with that... Well now I can't cry myself to sleep anymore...

Like if you are scared of Covid-19.

Why was I stress eating on the train track?

To wait to get hit.

Run, or something will come to you, and you will be afraid to tell it to stop following you.

Doctor: What makes you feel depressed?

Me: I used to work at the World Trade Center, before the plane hit.

Doctor: A lot of people fell to pieces after that.

If depression is going to be my girlfriend, will she leave me?

Why was 7 afraid of 6?

Because 6 8 7.

Public speaking is a more popular fear than snakes, and you don't see anyone walking in Australia and shout, "Look out! A podium!"

Horror movies don't scare me. 5 missed calls from my mum scares me.

I have no friends, but then I realize my true friends are anxiety and depression.

Depression is like having anxiety, but with more voices.

If I were a party, then anxiety must be the cousin depression felt obligated to bring to the party, and insomnia the little annoying sibling.

Business Interview With Depression Inside my brain...

Me: So... You're new? Depression: (I don't know who he is yet) mHMMMmmm! Me: Well what are your skills? Depression: Oh, taking control and leading... You know... Me: What are you trying out for? Depression: Oh, Vice Leader of Negative Thoughts. Me: Well we do need someone over there- for somewhat reason nobody wanted that job... Me: How did you know about us? Depression: Oh- I knew because of Anxiety, you know, we're friends! Me: Interesting... (Still has no idea about Anxiety and it's problemos) Me: Well I think you're signed up! I'll give you the job! Depression: tHaNKS :)

AND THATS HOW MY LIFE GOT DESTROYED :]

Knock knock. Who's there? Crippling depression. Crippling depression who? Me.

At my most fear, I shit my pants.

I'm made with depression and extra anxiety, then a side of gay and a sprinkle of emo.

My neck, my back, my crippling anxiety attacks.

A woman walks into a library and asks if they have any books about paranoia. The librarian says, "They're right behind you!"