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Personal Narrative: My Anxiety Disorder

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When I get my mind on some worrisome possibility, I tend to latch on, not letting go, ignoring common logic and reason, until I have received definitive evidence to debunk my concern. Throughout my life, my anxiety disorder has been a burden on my mental state and happiness, yet at the same time a blessing upon my focus and academic achievement. I’ve worked hard, and continue to work hard, to manage my anxiety and live a happier life
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