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Ok so I've had to deal with anxiety for years ever since high school. I finally told my person at school who deals with my accommodations for another disability and because I explained such classic anxiety problems she recommended that I talk to one of the counsellors in the office. So I will.
I know I do not want meds. I always hate them. It's a personal thing. I don't want to be reliant on a pill to make me normal and I've gotten by for years without it. Now I'm just at the point where I don't want a dead car battery to = personal death any more.
I'll tell my boyfriend and bestie but and that's it.
I still feel like I'm not deserving of help cause I don't think I can legitimize that something isn't right.