Some days are better than others. But other days, I’m trapped inside of my own mind with no exit doors. I’m able to manage and hide my anxiety for the most part with the assistance of medication. But as common as anxiety is, I fear what others might think. Anxiety makes me feel claustrophobic in a wide open field. My mind travels a million miles a minute, while my body moves in slow motion. When it interferes with my daily activities, I feel defeated. How could I let this illness define me? It consumes your life and swallows you whole. You are not your own person. I feel as though I have a puppeteer guiding my every move. It makes you think things and analyze situations in a way that make you feel paranoid. I spend most of my day trying to convince myself that I am in control. But am I?