Anxiety Tips & Other Shit

Anxiety Tips & Other Shit

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Anxiety sucks. As someone who has suffered through anxiety for over 5 years, I will be the first one to tell anyone that it isn't easy. Whether you've had anxiety for years or have only found yourself suffering from anxiety recently, I want to share with you the things I've learned along the way. Anxiety tips and other shit. The things that get me through it and the things I hope can help you too. This book will contain my stories, my advice and all the little things in between. I hope you enjoy. If you ever need someone to talk to, btw. My inbox is always open, right here on the ol' Wattpad-o.
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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