Anxiety was my fear of going outside, fear of everyone looking at me. I had gained weight I haven’t felt pretty enough. I was depressed and didn’t feel like cooking, cleaning, sometimes wearing same clothes over hoping no one would notice. I felt hard on myself, wanting to die literally so my family would be happy. I didn’t want them to have to watch me die like this, a slow death. I was stored up in this house seeing dead people walking all around.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Jul 2013 03:44:09 +0000
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