I suffer from the demon that is anxiety. I worry about letting people down and/or being judged. I hate not having an escape plan. I often choose not to go out with my friends; because there wasn't a way for me to leave if I wanted to, I wouldn't go at all.

And when there was, I would always leave early because the anxiety would build up inside me and I'd feel uncomfortable. I get frightened of the unexpected. So much so that I talk myself out of things and make myself feel sick. I am a fair bit better now, but it still haunts me. I hate anxiety.