As far as I can remember, I'd always been a very anxious child. I always had a million worries on my mind and overthought until I was so tightly trapped in my own mental webs I could no longer breathe. Perhaps this caused my chronic depression or only exacerbated it when I was left unable to enjoy the things I loved.
I remember the anxiety reached its pinnacle when I was studying abroad in Paris. On trains, in classrooms or even in movie theaters, I would have several uncontrollable panic attacks a day. A victim of my own body and mind, I wanted so badly to escape.