Friday, August 19, 2011

231/365

I have anxiety. All the time. I always think something bad is going to happen.. When Hailey was here it was really bad. I was afraid she was going to get kidnapped. Everywhere we went I would have my pepper spray at the ready and I would be death-gripping her hand. I had horrible, horrible nightmares every night. I couldn't sleep. Every noise I heard I thought it was someone in my apartment. It was as if I thought someone was just going to apparate into my apartment and kill us. I need meds or something...



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