 It really snuck up on me.
I was always a pretty happy girl. I had many friends, lots of interests and spent about 50% of my time in peaceful solitude. I enjoyed my time alone and my time with friends and family. I was a high achiever throughout school, played many instruments, was on the lacrosse team, and had a solid friend circle.It wasn’t until I reached the end of my second year of my undergraduate degree that I realized I was withdrawing.
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 I can’t remember a time where anxiety didn’t exist in my life, or when depression wasn’t a perpetual monster sitting and waiting in the shadows of my mind. This is a glimpse into a part my story.
The monster was there during elementary school, when not understanding math made me sick, and I was so scared of breaking rules that I was teased without mercy. Ms. Perfect was the title they gave me, which turned into much more hurtful words as I got older.  My story begins after my first year of my undergraduate career at the University of Guelph. For the summer I moved to Winnipeg, a city I had never lived in, let alone ever visited. Now moving between cities was pretty normal in my life (having lived in 7 different cities by that point in my life) but this time something changed dramatically, in that I almost immediately became depressed and anxious. Looking back now it’s easy for me to see why that happened;
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Katie McLean holds a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology, and bases her anxiety aid in personal experience, as well as techniques that have been passed on to her by counsellors, friends, and fellow anxiety sufferers. CategoriesArchives
October 2018
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