- Apr 15, 2016
No really, I think I'm dying.
Photo Credit: http://www.cit-nj.org/ I'm FINE. Leave me alone. I'm tired. I need a nap. I'm mad. My head hurts. My chest hurts. I'm dying. These are words my husband deals with because he married someone with anxiety. It took a long time to realize that the mood swings, the misplaced anger, the fatigue, the pain, the fear, and the crying were all happening because of the same reason: ANXIETY. That bitch. Even though this isn't my first experience with dealing with anxiety, i
