Anxiety is like a broken leg but you can’t see it. It hurts and it makes you cry.

I told them. I’ve told my dad and sister that I haven’t felt good these past years. I have explained that it is more than just stress. My dad listened and it feels so good to just have said it. No I haven’t told anyone. I told my boyfriend a few weeks ago, after that I’ve told a friend and now a part of my family. Maybe now is a good time to search help, maybe now is a good time to talk about it with a professional. My aching teeth was the drop, I can’t treat myself like this.

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Author: Ebba Katherine

My name is Ebba Katherine, I was born in Colombia 1995, I'm writing about my life as adopted with two families.

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