Kat meets anxiety
Ok you guessed it. And even if you didn’t, thanks to anxiety, I can quite literally hear panic knocking at my door if I don’t confess immediately. My name ain’t…
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Music and anxiety go together like peanut butter and jelly. Or, if you ask Kat, like salty chips and vinegar. If you hear her meowing along to 154 BPM hits, you didn’t hear it from me, but they say it’s the perfect tempo for executive dysfunction.