"You are getting... how do I say this? You are getting worse."
That's what she said. My counselor told me that I'm not getting better, my anxiety is getting worse.
Now I need testing. Testing for pills.
If I needed another pill, that would add up to 14 a day.
14 pills a day.
What's wrong with me?
I don't take any though, I hate the feeling.
I hate the feeling of needing them, of taking them.
I know that if I need pills to make me feel better, I won't.
All I will think about is:
"You are only happy because of those
pills."
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Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
