Growing up, I knew I was different. Girls are supposed to have sleepovers, giggle, gossip, blah.blah.blah. But, I was a painful homebody. I was the girl who called her parents to come pick her up from sleepovers. That burning, bubbling pain in my belly, also known as anxiety, controlled my life. I had no idea how to overcome it, but knew I had to eventually.
This I Believe: We're Here to Help Each Other
December 3, 2009