I have always been an anxious person. As a child, I incessantly touched light switches to ensure they were off. I spent hours worrying about the hangers in my bedroom closet being the same distance apart.
I only walked on certain tiles in our kitchen to calm my mind. As a teenager and young adult, my anxiety manifested into an obsession with work.
In high school, I clocked 40 hours per week as a Denny’s server to avoid difficulty making friends. In college, I juggled two to three part-time jobs on top of 18-unit semesters to avoid my excessive worrying.
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