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Anxiety

Social anxiety walking around with the crouds, Why can't I breathe Im hearing there thoughts out loud, Stop staring at me I want no trouble, Im going back home I need my safe bubble, Why do I get them, they called panic attacks, I used to be out every night and live life to the max, Im 6ft 3 I ain't scared of no one, So where do these feelings keep on coming from, It's starts with my breathing then I'm sweating and dizzy, I ain't going out no more forget that I'm busy. Your friend matty d :) xx

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Date: 5/4/2020 12:39:00 PM
Oh honest ink! I have it too. And I could not figure out what or why, for years. At last I understand mine's hand in hand with traumatic brain injury. It is so isolating! I hope you conquer yours! Hugs! xomo
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