Part of my anxiety is forgetting that I have a way to ease it.

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There’s no “right” way to do anxiety, I’ve learned this. It comes in more flavors than Pop Tarts so don’t worry if yours doesn’t look like your neighbor’s. My anxiety is the consuming, paralyzing sort, and it has symptoms of depression, too—just for kicks. When the foundations of my senses of security, ability, autonomy, and home are disrupted, my anxiety pays me and my…