[You groaned quietly. You hated this. You hated everything about this. You hated when tears flowed down your face like this. It always made you feel weak. You hated feeling afraid like this. But here you were. Crouched in the corner of your apartment, having an anxiety attack. You scrambled to grab your phone, scrolling through your contacts, staring at your boyfriend's number, pondering if you wanted to text him. What now?]