This morning, I woke up around 6:30am. Anxiety levels were high, and I found worries of the future drifting through my brain. My sleep, as far as the morning was concerned anyway, was finished.
Fears like this can be the worst, because they can paralyze you, while screaming that you have to act, to do something to save yourself.
That may sound dramatic, but as someone who suffers from chronic anxiety, I can tell you, it’s quite appropriate.
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