I told my parents that I’m very convinced I have a problem with anxiety and I’ve never been more relieved or terrified. I doubt they’ll take me seriously. Or they’ll say it’s because I watch horror movies. But I think something’s really wrong. I shouldn’t be hiding behind bushes because I feel like someone is about to kill me. I shouldn’t close my eyes and see my dog dying. I shouldn’t get flashes of my grandmother’s decaying corose when I’m sitting in class. This isn’t normal and I’m not okay.