Getting sick is scary. When you don’t know what’s causing your illness and have no way of confronting it, it’s even scarier.
My first bout of anxiety occurred when I was 14, though I had no name for it at the time. At first, it was just another Tuesday.
I walked home from school, had a snack and then played outside with my dog and horse. As always, it made me ravenous just in time to have dinner with my family, which was always at 5 p.m.Read more on themighty.com