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ith those awful thoug… couldn’t catch any air. My palms got all sweaty and sticky, and my mouth was as dry as the Sahara. The tendrils of panic hijacked my whole body and mind, with those awful thoughts whispering their toxic mantra, “You’re going to die right here, all alone on this stupid pillow.”
Marie Grace, PhD
Michelle Renee Kidwell
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