I struggle with all sorts of anxiety. The small kind, where you sit and try and remember what you forgot, and it nags at you, whether or not you actually forgot something. The mild kind, where your mind won’t stop thinking about what you have to do tomorrow. Even the worst kind, when you feel like you can’t breathe and that the world may cave in on you at anytime. But I am not a victim to it any longer; you no longer have to be, either.