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The less you demand of something, the less it gives back, the weaker it becomes, until one day it’s a shadow of itself.
It took me a long time—and lots of therapy hours—to accept that my anxiety makes life harder, but it doesn’t make me wrong or damaged or . . . well, anything bad. It just . . . is. And sometimes it’s quiet and sometimes it’s loud,
