Laughing because I had ignored my doubts and took a leap of faith. The whole reason I was standing on this cliff was because of my freshman year. The first week of my freshman year was horrible, the worst week of my life. I was so anxious that I wasn’t going to do everything perfect that I cracked. I was so stressed out people wouldn’t like me, I would throw up so I didn’t have to go. When I did get to school, I was a wreck, I was so nervous I would spend my day hiding in the bathroom crying. This feeling of doom didn’t end when I got home. Every time I began to calm down the thought of having to go to school the next day brought back the hysterics. My mom took me to a therapist so I could talk about my “problems”. I had plenty of friends in school, I got respectable grades, and was close to my family, and yet the thought of school made me panic. Weeks had gone by without any change, I wasn’t eating and my grades were dropping. The happy girl I used to be disappeared, so my mom called the doctor. The doctor diagnosed me with social anxiety. I assumed the doctor was joking, I was 14 and just now diagnosed? I was always surrounded by my friends before and they never