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How Labeling My Anxiety Helped Me Heal

Getting sick is scary. When you don’t know what’s causing your illness and have no way of confronting it, it’s even scarier.

My first bout of anxiety occurred when I was 14, though I had no name for it at the time. At first, it was just another Tuesday.

I walked home from school, had a snack and then played outside with my dog and horse. As always, it made me ravenous just in time to have dinner with my family, which was always at 5 p.m.

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