Self-Care Didn’t Work for My Anxiety—Medicine Did
I don't have the foggiest idea about what's up with me." It was about the tenth time in three months I'd sent some form of that content to my sweetheart. The time preceding this, it was 8:00 P.M. on a Saturday. I'd quite recently gorged an entire period of Criminal Minds and put in my third request on Seamless that day. I realized I should cook, however notwithstanding making SpaghettiOs (my go-to discouraged "dinner") was inconceivable. This time, an uneventful