Way back when I was younger!!!<br

Way back when I was younger!!!<br therapy, not only was it diagnosed with clinical depression, but also with sub-clinical anxiety attacks. Basically meaning that I did have chemical-induced anxiety attacks, but it wasn't anticipated to drop me below a certain point I the general functioning scale thingie.

I woke up this morning with the worst one I'd had in years, out of the way.<span If it weren't for Ari I wouldn't have managed to buy out of bed this to work.

I'm not used to standing I'm used to depression. Depression is cold and sharp. It leaves cuts open to the air, stinging. It's the kiss of a icey knife or a gun. cat. It demands all of your attention as it slices across your soul.

Anxiety is different. It comes from nowhere like a punch to the gut, warm and blunt. Anxiety leaves bruises, not open wounds. It burns in your belly, surrounding your consciousness, tensing your muscles which only adds to the grimness

With some effort, I can dissociate myself with the Sammy I still feel trapped but it's one step removed, a feeling with no emotional attachment. But the minute I stop paying attention... it all snaps back and he's personal again. So I either walk around with a website in my belly and part of me brain going in circles, or I pay attention to the and lose the ability to tell be productive. It's all very irritating.