My Daily Anxiety Battle Diary 2 My first therapy

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The rhythm of my heartbeat grows louder, echoing the frantic pace of my anxiety. It feels like I'm fleeing from a cheetah, struggling for breath with each pounding thud in my chest.

Ever wake up feeling like an elephant decided to use your chest as its early morning stomping ground? 🐘 Well, that's precisely the sensation I faced today. Cold sweats, confusion, and an unsettling feeling I couldn't quite pinpoint.

Back at the school clinic, I pinned my hopes on an ECG uncovering some heart abnormality. To my dismay, the doctor reported everything looked normal. "Maybe it's stress," she suggested, nudging me to consider seeing a psychologist.

Now, let me be honest – the idea of visiting the psychology department doesn't sit well with me. 🏥 In my country, seeking help from a psychologist isn't always widely understood or accepted. But the persistent throbbing in my chest urged me to overcome societal stigma.

Reluctantly, I scheduled an appointment with a psychologist. I needed answers, a roadmap through the tangled mess of my anxiety. It's peculiar how taking that step felt both liberating and nerve-wracking. The psychologist listened attentively as I poured out my fears, worries, and the relentless pounding of my heart. 🗣️ It was a relief to be heard without judgment. After a thoughtful conversation, she handed me a small prescription – something to aid sleep, and hopefully, ease the grip of anxiety.

So, here I am, with a tiny pill in my hand and a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, it will bring calm to the storm within. 🌪️ The journey to understanding anxiety is a rollercoaster of emotions, but today, I took a step forward. Let's see where this path leads.

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