“I always felt like anxiety was a really selfish emotion. You're so consumed with how you're feeling that you forget other pepole around you, and it's really hard. [ . . . ] It becomes a form of vanity--vanity inside my head. I'm constantly aware of everything, aware of how sweaty my palms are, and how my heart's racing and how good my poker face is. It's just me, me, me; it's like being in prison or something. It's a total jail, and I hate it.”