I was in my late thirties when I was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder (GAD). As a child of the ’60s born of immigrant parents who survived both the Great Depression and World War II—each of them with their own harrowing experiences—I was raised with a “don’t complain, pull up your bootstraps and get on with it” mentality. As such, I grew up feeling unworthy of my anxiety. Continue reading on HealthyPlace.com.
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