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Why i am anxious?

                                           ANXIETY


"A battlefield
No traces of bows and arrows,
No cannons,
An illusionary vision,
Colourblind to every colour,
Fidgeting, fiddling,
Calmness in turbulence."

Anxiety is an uncertain and diffused concern which we come across because of fear or apprehension.
I often hear words like anxiety, depression and mood swings daily by people.
Are we aware and know the repercussions of these situations.
I am afraid we don't.
 Mental disorders are equivalent to entering a battlefield without weapons.
Most people express fear of snakes, heights, thunderstorms, lightning, moths, spiders, dark rooms.
I often fear lizards, cockroaches and rats. My heart starts pacing and fear resides in my body and mind. If anxiety and fear become excessive, they cause intense and emotional distress in everyday life, they integrate phobias. The most common phobia of all is social phobia.
Have you ever left your office, got halfway down the street and then check your purse if you have the keys?
Some people are excessively cautious like worrying about catching an infection by touching an infected person or object?
They have disturbing thoughts or images unless they perform some action.
Anxiety has become common among people nowadays.
Therefore, we should not let fears and vague thoughts affect our daily chores.
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