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I used to think that going to therapy wasn't going to help someone like me I thought for sure I was an anomaly some kind of medical rarity For years I suffered from anxiety and it was slowly torturing me Rehashing all the pain I was in was like ripping a bandage off my skin of a cut that was half-way healed, it was painful to express how I feel Now I know that for a wound to fully mend it needs fresh air, in abundance
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 4:03 PM UTC
The Healing Wound
I used to think that going to therapy wasn't going to help someone like me I thought for sure I was an anomaly some kind of medical rarity For years I suffered from anxiety and it was slowly torturing me Rehashing all the pain I was in was like ripping a bandage off my skin of a cut that was half-way healed, it was painful to express how I feel Now I know that for a wound to fully mend it needs fresh air, in abundance
I wrote this to offer hope to all of the people who are dealing and suffering with anxiety and depression. It is real. It is painful. There is help. Please reach out, you are not alone.
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 4:03 PM UTC
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