I have anxiety. Mad anxiety. Mad social anxiety. Not only do I not answer my phone unless I’m expecting a call (and the caller ID verifies that it is, indeed, the call I’m waiting for) or it’s one of my kids or friends (and let’s be honest, at this point in life, they all know to text first and call in emergency situations only), but I abhor making phone calls. This makes...
Ahh, the ‘Fun’ of Life with Anxiety
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