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Mar 2018
I could be in my bed in the middle of the night
or at work clocked in half way through my shift
and it starts:
My heart racing, my blood rushing, my breath becoming shorter
I start to sweat like the rain in Seattle
Feeling so nervous like I am slowly walking to my slow painful death in anticipation
The world starts to spin fast and faster and faster
I feel paralyzed trying to make it stop
"Anxiety is not a real thing" they say
But if it isn't a real thing, why is it so painful?
Shanella McKnight
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