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I Don’t Suffer With Anxiety. I Live With It.

It is an old foe, but it can also be an old friend.

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It’s been there as long as I can remember. Even as a child. The fear of losing Mum and Dad. The fear of not being liked. A cross word could leave me anxious for days. Anxiety was there, bubbling below the surface. Unseen and lurking. To the outside world, I was a reasonably happy child but some days…




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Vee Goldman

Vee Goldman

Makes various jottings about life, the universe, and other stuff. Mother, Wife, Sheep Whisperer, and Free Spirit. For some reason has started writing poetry.

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