Your stories taught me that anxiety is a making of my own thoughts. You show how me allowing the criticism and belittlement of others was their stronghold on the things that I thought about myself. The more that I read your stories the more I understand that anxiety is just another weapon.

Anxiety and depression are only belittlements I didn't have to read between the lines their profoundness are fully announced
"am I good enough"?
"you're stank
"you're ugly
"you're too fat
"bitch
"hoe
"hore
"I don't want you
"you're alone nobody want you
"you got poor self esteem
and every other put down a person could think to come up with to send your thought pattern of yourself bewildered.
THAT IS THE ONLY THING ANXIETY
AND DEPRESSION IS.
IT IS insult and belittlement to hurt someone.
That's anxiety and depression.

It wasn't until I met you, that we became friends that I started to come out of those strongholds.
Your words the way you talked the things you said put me in belief like my faith in the Lord not that I'm comparing you to the Lord...

The anger in my heart, head and soul deminished and now because of you every insult that is uttered have me smiling I feel good they feel good because I now know.
Don't stop now, your stories are a carpenter your words are building.
A tell it like is
We want more, we really want more.
We love you,

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