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its hard sometimes, everything always seems easier said than done. One day you might feel great and think "anxiety cant touch me, it isnt that bad" then the next time you have an attack; during the attack your thinking "there is no way out here, this is horrible". It always seems worse while you are going through it, then on a good day it doesn't seem so bad. Sometimes the tea works for me and sometimes it doesn't. If I can think of anything new to help I'll let you know.
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