Life with Anxiety

It begins with a nagging, a little doubt or thought in the back of your head.

It may be real; it may not be real.  It doesn’t matter.  What matters is that it is real to YOU.

That thought grows, and grows, and grows.  It consumes you, your every thought leads back to it, regardless of where you started.

It gets hungry.  It grows ravenous.  It consumes you, then those around you.

“I know I already asked you, but if I ask you a different way, will the answer be different?” you think as you bargain with your loved ones.

This is my every day.  This is my life.  And it was worse, so much worse, before I found medication.

I don’t advocate it.  I don’t preach it.  I just say that medication helps *me* through my OCD, anxiety, and depression.  I am a better person now because I asked for help.

Don’t be afraid to ask for help, even more than the 15,000 time.  Because we need help, and those we trust to be honest with us will help us.

It may not be the answer we want, but it will be the answer we need.

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