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END OF FLASHBACK "Okay, enough Gianna. Don't overthink, it's not good for the baby. Maybe he's just stocking up on work." I told myself, calming my nerves down. "What's wrong baby?" I smiled, rubbing my belly as the baby kicked again, but this time it was harder than the first one. I leaned back on the fluffy foam in the rocking chair beside the balcony and continued reading a book I found on one of the shelves the first day I came here. The book is about the things that help reduce anxiety and depression.

If word got out about the pills he popped, it would ruin him no fucking doubt about it. Diazepam, risperidone, fluoxetine, tetrabenazine, lamotrigine. It was far from a pretty picture being painted in her mind. Grayson Godwin was on an arsenal of meds commonly used to treat anxiety, depression, seizures, but worse yet also mood stabilizers and antipsychotics. What the fuck? Just who the fuck was this guy? Some overstressed, poor billionaire who never recovered from the trauma of losing his brother? Or some dangerous, unstable man who had a dark closet full of skeletons? Just what else was he fucking hiding? Amber didn’t know, but she sure as fuck intended to find out.

“Do you have any connections with any of that?” I thought about this for a long minute before nodding my head, “I actually agree with all of that.” I said and turned to her. “But I thought all of that was because of my depression? Or that I have PTSD.” “High functioning anxiety isn’t in a category for disorders, but it’s part of the roots for anxiety disorder. Depending on your condition it can come down to relating to a post-traumatic stress disorder,” she explained. “You shouldn’t have to worry about all of this because we're going to slowly explore and find out what can help you with your anxiety and depression. I also see that you went back on antidepressants yesterday and I will also pr

Satisfied smiles and agreements. "Truly, depression is scary. I was so upset. I feel like... I was all alone by myself. I lose appetite and even my interest to things. I feel like---the whole world is against me. Rejecting me. I was confused. To my friends, why? I know how it hurts when you badly want to share your problems to somebody but what they returned was cold shoulders. It really hurts. Every minute, my thoughts are bugging me, and it makes me cry. It saddens my heart. I feel so lonely. The worst feeling is when you want to say something but can't because nobody will listen. There is nothing more painful to that. I feel so heavy. I feel so tired even though I'm not doing anything at

I had been working on my book, pouring my heart and soul into it, and I was eager to share it with him. "Hey," he said, smiling at me as he sat down beside me. "How's it going?" I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of trepidation. "I've been working on a book," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Derek's eyes lit up with interest. "A book?" he repeated. "That's amazing! What's it about?" I hesitated, feeling a sense of vulnerability. "It's about my journey," I said. "About my struggles with anxiety and depression, and how I've been working to heal and overcome them."

"Elena said that having the right information can reduce anxiety. I'm just making sure you don't read strange things on the internet that will only stress you out." Aixa looked at the five books once more. Their covers were still smooth, carrying the distinctive scent of freshly printed pages. She gently touched the edges of the books, feeling the concern hidden neatly beneath her husband's rigid demeanor. The man who usually touched nothing but business reports, legal documents, and financial newspapers had deliberately taken the time to find guides on caring for a pregnant woman. Aixa looked at Fernando again. A warmth slowly filled her chest, spreading through her body and driving away th

but if I think now you trying very hard to hid your eyes velliam:- i being through a lot now when I when ever I am or every time I feel weak and tired . ceri:- I don't know. but if tell by my experience. anxiety happen when we lose our faith and believe. we don't know what happen, we don't know we can survive or not, that make us anxious. it can easily defeated by. if we have believe and faith in us and future. or refuse what our demon told lie to us. depression is worse. it happen when we lose and defeated by our thoughts completely. velliam:- can we escape from depression ceri:- you can escape by changing focus. but no matter what you do. if you what to free from hell you have to end that

She took out all his clothes to settle them back properly but found a pile of books behind. Mishka stared at those books, some of them were her books while all the other books and magazines were on Depression, especially on Melancholic Depression, the type of depression she suffered from. She also spotted a diary beside the books which she saw in Christian’s hand a few times before. She took it out and upon opening it, she found Christian’s handwriting.

how lost in thought I was. "Anxiety disorder is not as serious as you are imagining." she assured. "So I am not going crazy." I replied. She chuckled then said "No you are not. Now the earlier we begin your treatment, the sooner you get better." She said. "I want you to do one thing for me." She added. "Okay tell me." I said. "I want you to find out all you can about anxiety disorder." She said. I nodded in affirmation. "Do you have a smartphone?" she asked. "I don't." I replied. "I'll use the library." I quickly added. "We have a library here? " she asked in a surprised tone. "Of course. They call it the book store here. " I said. "I see. " she answered. "Okay how about you check with the

I could feel it. "I love you more", it took me a whole minute to type those letters as my thumb was shivering so bad. Closing the texts, I move to some sites I have been looking at for a couple of weeks now to have some idea about Samuel's resolving issues now. To be honest, the more I read, the more I realize things aren't as easy as it looks to be. When someone with anxiety issues and depression suddenly changes into a completely different and positive person— like in a blink of an eye, there's something complicated lying underneath them.