Anxiety

Blurry, maybe fuzzy, or foggy. I discovered my anxiety was present when I stopped denying I had it. Might sound contradictory, might not. Who knows maybe it’s my anxiety talking for me. “The overcrowding of thoughts in your brain are weighing you down. This post is all over the place. Better apologize. They said it’s fine, but is it? Question yourself more. I’m here to help you function in a way that nobody else will understand to make it harder for you to breathe or talk or think or do daily tasks without question.”-my anxiety. 

“No meds please, I’m fine. ” -me. 

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