To quote Usher, these are my confessions:
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I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety
Disorder in 2003.
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I was on Lexapro for 13 years before it finally
dropped me.
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I am currently on Viibryd for both GAD and
Depression.
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Turns out I had Depression all along, but the
voices of GAD were louder.
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My Anxiety is a noun, not a verb.
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Anxiety is a living, breathing part of me.
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I feel sorry for those who love me, because they
didn’t sign up for this.
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I fear for my kids because they see me crack.
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I apologize, but seeing your mom crying in the
fetal position in her bed is scar-worthy material.
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I will pay for their therapy.
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I currently exhaust my HSA to pay for my own
therapy.
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I inappropriately think of my therapist as my
friend because she understands.
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I had a panic attack in therapy today.
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It is the first time anyone has seen it besides
my husband (and random people outside of my car window).
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It was embarrassing.
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I took Valium.
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Actually 2.
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Then I went back to work because I am
“functional.”
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Being able to “function” feels like a lie 99% of
the time.
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I hate having all the feelings.
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I hate that- for me- Emotional Thought >
Rational Thought.
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Sharing my story is easy.
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Living in my brain is hard.
