Anxiety is when you’re walking through a bookshop on a Sunday morning and your heart starts racing for no reason.
Anxiety is when you feel nervous when people text you because you feel like somehow you’ve offended them or let them down.
Anxiety is when you feel like a kid who might be in trouble even though you’re 32 years old and haven’t so much as broken the speed limit.
Anxiety is doubting yourself.
Anxiety is paranoia.
Anxiety is a theif who needs arresting.
Please, please leave.
You are not welcome here.
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