And, after all, can not really say that all my anxieties were just living imagination. For example,

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At the beginning I thought that this is probably the place where the user's password, but ... at least I have a way that I once read that someone else has been so, as I have, it makes me feel a little better. So maybe I will mail the same to anyone.
Being a ... Strange. And generally, the depression and anxiety, and personality disorders seems to be the way that you always thyroxine think that you're probably stronger. It is often asked: "Well, thyroxine if you knew that shit, why did not you do something?" Wherefore did not do that, you always think that you can do at this time it beats. That it goes over. I am currently in the same position. I think I can live with that. I'll come out of it. One's thyroxine own forces.
I went on Monday Saiki us. And calculated that a half years have not met! Half a year! This is a lifetime in the current context. I walked along a cramped office on her back, her arms Mila because she refused to be a stationary and a half years trying to fit in 20 minutes of emotion. I realized that my story is not particularly straightforward, since not everything can be said SIMULTANEOUSLY.
Valgusteraapialambiga came back with a doctor helped thyroxine carry in the car, and handfuls of tranquillizers and other natural causes of such, which has allowed the nursing mother. Because maybe lucky for at least half a year from the day of birth. Before you would not want such harsh things to try. Besides - I think I know that I'm stronger.
At the same time, I can feel myself very well, I was not adequate. To these small obstacles that every day is that a normal person would be able to react adequately. Not me. If I get a car up and served it rattles suspiciously, then I'm sure I'm driving thyroxine themselves and their children to death, because it loses maneuverability at high speeds. Followed by death. When I put orange juice in the fridge, thyroxine I'm sure it will fall from my hand, flows in wires, there is a short circuit, and is followed by death. When I'm driving along the main road beside the road and see a car approaching, I'm sure he (again) in my travels. Followed by death. If I can not get the car seat into place somehow - death. When I'm driving down the highway and come to roadworks and a baby screaming in the back seat, followed thyroxine by death, too. Always followed by death. I am no longer able to stay calm in any situation, and I remember, that was different. Since my brain is not always followed by the death of everything. I've become a nervous sick mutiks who have forgotten smiling and taking thyroxine things loose. I know I could never be? After all, I never felt ... different way than põrandapesukalts?
Anxiety Level is, yes, absolutely thyroxine exorbitant. Not sleeping is not going to rääkimagi. Mila makes any temporary tricks too, such as the top üksöö he was 3am-5am, perfectly lamp. But I'm really accustomed to sleeping thyroxine already. It's driving me crazy anxiety. I do not want to be like this, I promise. Indeed, with each passing day, I'd like to safely get to one side, not in the course of a hundred breakdown of the nerve performed live.
And, after all, can not really say that all my anxieties were just living imagination. For example, we went to visit my grandmother, tractors. 60 klicks out there, 60 back - well, after all, comes daily to the strap, the painting still get together in the evening, as agreed. What happened? Roadworks. Faking roadworks. I come out of the asphalt - lapplapplapp. Tire is half empty. Then pumped as much as we could, that her grandmother out of a mistake. Man? Of course, in the woods. Options: switch themselves on the tractor (I did not name him like that, it's the tractor) tire. Or pump it half full, and hope that Statoil is carrying 35 klicks out, there's still an automatic apart and let the city kökerdada.
Self-audits due to changing a tire fell off screaming, moreover, I was reminded of how A man went to a neighbor in order of last event requires two jacks. Option two was instigated. Statoil's got beautifully shot full of tires, I started to run to refuel thyroxine and LIRAKI! The tire exploded with a bang siukse that my heart jumped in your chest. Off course of the storm and the rain, man - did I already say that? - In the woods. I sat there unhappily, tire rim completely down when approaching a smile barbarian, a man who helped me change the tire off. One and two, ready. He was a jack of fine siuke namely, siuke large and cumbersome, pushed under the car, cranked the thumb and little was available. After it turned out that the Ukrainian. The man then, not the jack. Restores my faith in humanity. (Again - the man, not the jack. Though the jack restored my faith in the possibility of tire replacement. Siukse should worry about yourself, too.)
So a little bit of anxiety is also justified because if anything happens to someone, then contact me. And, oh, no, I do not enjoy it at all. Well, that "Oh, how cool is the chance to vote after