I wasn’t a happy kid. I didn’t have the stellar grades like Eliana. I wasn’t charismatic like Maeve. My anxiety went untreated, and my family acted like all I needed was to exercise or meditate, and I’d be all better. Fixed. As if I was broken. My eighth-grade English teacher had a parent-teacher meeting with Mom and Dad before graduation, where she gently told them I should really see a therapist.
