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I read this on PostSecret. I feel this all the time and it drives me crazy. I first knew I was in love with my husband because I just started to worry he is going to get hurt.
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I called the fire marshall on my apartments after hearing the cable screaming about the wiring here and how it could go up at any minute. I've been thru a fire not the business!!! It scared me...
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My intrusive worries have stopped with medication.
Everything used to drive me haywire. I was under the constant belief that my boyfriend would leave me so I had to leave him first. I thought friends were against me. I saw my parents as "gods" because they lived so far. (Actually 2 hours away haha) I spent a lot of time worrying that I wouldn't do anything and never tried to achieve me goals. Now I'm slowly working on the residue of those worries.
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Every time I hear sirens, I feel like I got punched in the gut and then I call everybody in my family to make sure they are safe. With 3 teenagers I'm in constant worry mode.
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It must be hard
![]() ![]() Try to stay positive, I believe stuff happens for a reason |
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