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A mind is a terrible thing to be controlled by.
That's why I'm thankful I lost it.
Okay, I didn't really lose it as much as I knocked it the fuck out, dragged it through the mud, and held it over a cliff until it gave into my demands. Exactly what you would love to do if you were stuck with an abusive boyfriend you can't leave. Because that's what anxiety is.
Anxiety was an abusive relationship where the cold, materialist functions of my head would oppress the authentic nature of my heart. At the end of the day I couldn't expect other people to save me from it, so I took matters into my own hands. Using the tools I was given and the doors that had opened.
