I've had anxiety since my mid 20s. I've lived with the constant fear of a panic attack, an invisible line of tension across my neck and shoulders. I couldn't relax, and I had a recurring terror that I was going to go mad.
Why is there such persistent stigma around medicating anxiety and depression?
I'm 40 now, so that's 15 years of living with an irrational fear that I just couldn't kick.
The recurring nature of anxiety means I've gone through periods where it has been a dull hum, and others where it is like a swarm of bees hovering around my head.
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