I have severe social anxiety. If I could help it, I would never leave my room. Somewhat recently, my psychiatrist finally managed to track my symptoms and diagnose me, and I was put on a medication. It worked. I finally starting talking to people, do things I never would have. I started using...
Whenever I talk with my mom about something, she brings it back to her. Like what she did in a similar situation. It's so annoying, it's like she's not paying attention to me.
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