Panic Disorder jokes

My neck, my back, my crippling anxiety attacks.

If I were a party, then anxiety must be the cousin depression felt obligated to bring to the party, and insomnia the little annoying sibling.

Remember, if you are suffering from paranoia...

You are not alone.

I have no friends, but then I realize my true friends are anxiety and depression.

I cannot moderate myself at all. It's either I don't take my meds, or I take the entire bottle. Decisions, decisions...