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Temperance Anxiety. My anxiety can go from one to ten in a matter of seconds. One minute I can be fine. The next, I'm on the ground shaking, trying to get the oxygen into my lungs. Anxiety is like a monster. It's a monster that doesn't go away. It's a monster that attacks you whenever it wants because it doesn't care about what you think. I say I need to go to the restroom for stomach problems. It's not the stomach problems everyone is thinking about.

' Mia says as if it's the most common thing. ' Let's go to mates' Lexi says jumping up and down excited to see them again. ' OH yes they are two delicious looking men' Mia gushes. ' You can't eat them or kill them Mia' I snapped at her. 'Nobody said I was eating them but I will suck their di..' I shoved her out of my head before she could finish that sentence. I shake my head I already suffer from fucking anxiety and now I have two extra voices in my head. Just fucking great.

I have people around me But I have no one for me I miss the old me The one who used to be happy.. There's nothing wrong going right now in my life But nothing seems right I don't know if Its my anxiety But I want this to stop please. I know I'm not alone I have people around me But they don't seem to notice I am loosing myself slowly. The things which used to make me feel happy.. It doesn't make me feel anything now. I wish someone could understand it... But again no one is me...

I looked so damn lazy, and at the same time, I looked like I was so damn crazy. I scratched the back of my head, licked my lower lip, wiped the tears that fell from my eyes, and then pounded my feet on the ground. Because of Ares, I struggle with anxiety, and right now I'm looking for a method to let go of the things that I'm experiencing. As I sat down on one of the benches, I nervously chewed the lower part of my lip. As I've been out and about in the city, I've noticed more than a few folks strolling about with Louis Vuitton bags held in their hands. I chewed the inside of my bottom lip and then looked down at my foot. The sight of women walking back and forth caused me to engage in exces

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”

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Furrowing my bows, I got up then pulled on the clothes he took out for me before going to relieve myself in the bathroom. I tried to mindlink him but he blocked me out, making me a bit angry as I went back to the bed, sitting down with my legs crossed as I looked down at my stomach. 'What do you think he is doing?' 'Hopefully he is getting us some snacks, I'm starving.' 'Ugh, food, I'm hungry but I'm tired of not being able to keep anything down.' 'Well our anxiety isn't exactly helping us, it's making us sicker than we should be.'

“It's no piece of cake!” I leaned forward, invested. “Anxiety is something many of us deal with, and it's okay to seek help when you need it. For me, I find that deep breathing exercises, meditation, and staying active really help. It's also important to talk to someone you trust about what you're feeling—sometimes just sharing can make a big difference. And don't be too hard on yourself. It's a journey, and taking it one step at a time is perfectly fine." The next comment came in.

As long as I don't pull a prank on her, I'm all good. Ferrell has a fear of mirrors. Also called Catoptrophobia. Now this one will be fun. Now Liam's is going to be my absolute favorite. He's afraid of spiders. Doesn't matter if they're fake or real, he's terrified of them. It's called Arahnophobia. I also asked Emily to help me with this one. At first, she was against it. It took a lot of convincing. But she's helping me now with this one. ----

I took a relieving breath, knowing that he won’t let Bay be a problem for us in the future. Ask anyone who struggles with anxiety and I think they will agree, those words – you are crazy – hurt more than anyone could understand. What I feel in the midst of anxiety attack is a loss of control of my emotions, my thoughts and my being. Every word that wants to come out cyclones into monstrous torrent of incoherent thoughts. Only few words comes clear through the chaotic garbled mess – so more than anyone else, I felt crazy. I just hate being reminded by people about how crazy I am.