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In the heart of anxiety, where every thought feels like a thunderclap, some seek solace in the promise of Xanax. This little blue pill has become a symbol of escape. The rush it provides is often described as heavenly, a momentary escape from the pressure of daily life. But can this calm be maintained? Still The line between medication and escap