The worst is when it hit you and you cant breathing and you start crying. What makes it worse is your in front of everyone. Whither you know them or don't. Just people staring at you while you try holding it back but it gets worse. Wanting it to stop but your heart beat racing. Your chest tightening. Your head pounding. What makes it worse it can start over anything and you wont even know it till it happens. It can be the smallest thing ever. By someone telling you did some thing ting wrong. It makes you feel like a disappointment. Or you feel left out of your group, even though you are shutting every one out. Oh the best part is when you don't kn ow why you feel this way or why the smallest thing bothers you. All i can say is keep going. Even if it doesn't get better. Keep going to prove to everyone who thought you would give up. That's what i did and look im still here to tell a tale.
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As a fellow sufferer I know -Anxiety is a curse. Learning to manage your own demons takes time. I feel that I am at last taking the upper hand with mine. The thing that you said that struck a chord with me is to keep going! Every day you just have to get up and go out into the world and not allow anxiety to win! stay strong x
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