Her anxiety had always been a part of her, something she’d learned to live with, side by side. It was almost like a scar—it might fade with time and care, but it would always be there. Although she’d learned to tame it, she knew it was always lurking in the shadows, close to the surface, ready to pounce the minute she let her guard down. She was the prey, and her anxiety was her number-one enemy.
