My Life: Hold on Tight and Fight No Matter How Hard Things Are

My nightmare has been going on for years, but they remain in my memory. Before I lived with my aunt Mary in Maryland, I lived in Virginia with my mother and father. My father is a commander and my mother is an excellent housewife who loves me very much. When the civil war started in Virginia, all suffering and hostile experiences in my life began. At that time I was only 9 years old. One evening, my mother and I received the terrible news that my father passed away while my father served the country.

This is an infinite loop. Given the terrible situation, many people in my life may not be around in the next five years. Life is a lot of fun, so if you try to stick to the growing past rope, you will not slip. As we get older, we only discover new ropes and occasionally look back on those who live and those who make us real.

The loss of my mother says that it is difficult to fight from time to time, no matter how hard we pray, not to grab a loved one, but actually you can not control two of these three elements . We can not always manage our safety and health. Sometimes they are all we can not master. They are in the shadow of this uncertainty. The ambulance began at 3 am as my legs did not stop cramping during anxiety attacks. I felt a panic attack, so I pull the way in the middle of Texas. I got up and was shocked at midnight. In order to breathe I was afraid to cause an attack. In another five star resort in Sedona, Arizona, anxiety anxiety has recurred (I may be the first person to experience anxiety in one of the most beautiful places in the USA). Palpitations, migraine etc.

Most of my life is anxious. I am worried about everything, grasp what I can not control, and fight the universe everyday. I deal with it through unhealthy food and reckless action. It allows me to enter low frequency state, not life, I will be in survival mode. Fight or run away. panic. This made me angrily negative. I am not happy. I do not like myself. But I do not know how to live in different ways. I tried, but I can not get rid of the groove. I try not to worry or stress, but anxiety confuses me. It affects my life with myself. I am a prisoner

It is difficult to stick. Especially when you know that only you are still fighting. No matter how hard it is, you stick to it. No matter how painful, you still stick to it. No matter how confusing you are, you still stick to it. No matter how much I put it, I will still stick to it. You keep on fighting. You are still trying not to relax your grip. You keep on arguing, because you believe that the people you are fighting are worth. Finally, everything goes back to the original place, everything will improve soon.