I am scared even when I write this... I understand you all completely. I have to prepare myself when I am about to meet my boyfriend, my friends, but I have a good cover up... my imaginary alter ego... I lost myself somewhere along the way. Anxiety is hard, so as panic attack. Even harder is when you cannot find a person to rely on. I am surrounded by people, but in reality, I am alone, betrayed, hated. Even my own family hates me. They think I am vulnerable. I made a person in my mind that is strong and independent. That is how I function. Life made of lies..