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Anxiety is killing me...

I can feel the stiffness that runs along my neck, shoulders, and hands and I am not sure if there's a swollen node near my underarm. Googling is not helpful, I know, but I just couldn't stop doing it.

I'm scared. I need to talk to someone that can assure me that I'm over thinking and the symptoms i am experiencing are due to anxiety and probably the medication. But everyone seems to be busy :(


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  1. Da Closet GuyMay 24, 2013 at 10:30 AM

    Expect the best, plan for the worst and prepare to be surprised!! Live your life as you were for now. Things won't change when you worry too much. I know it's easier said than done but at least try to do so... Try try try...

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    1. untold stories May 25, 2013 at 10:23 PM

      Yes, I'm trying. Thanks. Is your google talk still valid? haha

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    2. Da Closet GuyMay 26, 2013 at 10:41 AM

      Lol... I seldom switch on my google account to chat/talk. But do drop me a line/email if you wanna talk/chat more. (:

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    3. untold stories May 26, 2013 at 11:59 AM

      I dun think i can pm you via your profile..?

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    4. Da Closet GuyMay 28, 2013 at 12:44 AM

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