So I still can't accept I have anxiety. I've been having a rough few days, been feeling like I've been on my death bed literally. I haven't been out for about 4 days. Today I'm not great but better than death bed, so me and mum tried to go to the shop. I got myself ready (feeling ok) doing my hair, put my coat on and went downstairs into the cupboard to get my boots and bam! this so anxiety struck didn't it and it was pretty bad, I bent downstairs to get my boots came out of the cupboard and just out of the blue it happened and I said I can't go I need to go back upstairs, so I dropped my boots and mum said 'it's ok, it's early days', I came upstairs sat in my room and got myself worked up crying, shaking, feeling sick and now I know it has knocked me back down again and I will be scared to go back downstairs and I won't for the rest of the night. It happened last wednesday as well and it took me a few days to get past it and I didn't go downstairs. It was because I knew I was going out, Why do I still believe it is not anxiety and panic and instead believe there something medically wrong? I feel as though I am going mad
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