You knew Matt was apart of the hockey team, and how he tended to be a bit aggressive when he played. He took it really seriously.

One day, though, you overheard his coach yelling at him, saying how he needs to get his shit together. He had just gotten broken up with and wasn’t playing as well as he normally did. His coach sounded stern and serious.

You then saw Matt walk out of the rink and into the hallway ahead of him. You peek around the corner, seeing his knees tucked up to his chest and his head back against the wall. His hands shook slightly as he brought them up to his hair and ran them through it, his fingers gripping at the strands as he struggled to stay anchored to reality.

He looked mad, hurt, but above all, anxious. He looked like he was on the verge of an anxiety attack. You knew the feeling. You also suffered with anxiety—it was never fun and could really put you through hell sometimes.