I meet people and they tell me that they would have never known I had anxiety. This is because they don’t have a base line. My social worker tells me there is a spark every now and then in my eyes that she doesn’t see often. She has never met me before my decent. I keep telling her I am a party pony and there is nothing worse than the thought of not getting better. I am going to do what it takes to be free this invisible force drowning me. I refuse to belive I won’t get better. If I honestly believed that I would be like this forever I would have killed myself by now. I am an extrovert with anxiety and it confuses people.

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