Health Hurts
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Last published Thu, Jun 16, 2016
Ever know what it's like to go nights without sleep because your afraid of what will happen once you close your eyes?
Or being afraid to eat because your scared once you start you won't be able to stop?
Or not being able to talk to people because your scared anything could trigger another anxiety attack?
Or dreading being by yourself because once your alone you know those thoughts will take over again, thoughts of self worthlessness and pain?
If you haven't, these are some thoughts/experiences that give you a relation and point of view.
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