Anxiety Made Me Stronger
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Dear 17,
be gentle with me
actually, scratch that
bring on all the craziness and intensity
i'm ready to spend nights curled up on the floor crying
kicking and screaming at the notion that life isn't fair
I thought anxiety controlled me.
I was scared to think about it.
I started feeling dead inside.
I could never breathe anymore.
I wasn't me anymore.
I thought being 12 was supposed to be fun.
