I have been quiet for most of the dinner and wasn’t that hungry. My anxiety defiantly gets the best of me most days. I have been struggling for most of my life and I used to go to therapy but I opt out of it when I was fourteen because my parents thought she was a joke. She said that it is caused by all the arguing be and yelling of my parents. That they never were satisfied with anything I did which caused me to overthink or to all think I am messing up or being disapproved of. I don’t know, she could be right. Who am I to say she is wrong.
“Cara, baby you need to eat. Is your anxiety kicking up again?” Reggie asked me with a worried smile.
I almost didn’t say anything but my father was looking at me at this point worried. “Just a little.”
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