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You don’t understand my anxiety. I don’t understand it either, but at least I don’t get mad at it. You have to understand that I don’t want to overreact. I don’t want to cry. I don’t want to hyperventilate. I don’t want to be irrational. But it happens. And it’s like the walls are caving in and the world is coming to a halt. In those moments, in my mind, there is nothing that can make the situation better. As much as I want it, there’s not. And I don’t know how you cope with the stressful things in life, but this is how I do it. It doesn’t last long, but the intensity is overwhelming and uncomfortable. Sometimes it hurts. I mean physically hurts. I know you wish you could fix it, and you make it better, you really do. But, it won’t ever really go away. If you love me, you have to accept that these anxiety attacks happen.
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