There are days where I break down and think I’m better than this… I’ve worked so hard to over come my anxiety and then I take a small step back and my world comes crashing down and it feels like I’m falling and there is nothing I can do to stop it… but then I think to my self I’ve come so far since last year and no matter how many times I let the anxiety take control I should be proud of my progress so far. I should be proud of how many times I stopped an attack before this one happened, I should be proud that this time it didn’t take an hour to get myself out of a panic, I should be proud that I am strong enough to get myself out of an attack in general. I’m only human and this disease may be apart of me but it isn’t who I am. I AM STRONG.
Some kid just told me he thought ebola was spanish for grandma
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