Let me tell you a little something about how it feels to have anxiety.

(Read my previous article about my adventures in apartment living with mice first to get an even better view!)

I wake up every day, not wanting to leave my room. I stand in the doorway, listening to my son cry because, "what if." I sit at the kitchen table crying over things I can't control or contain. I haven't gotten a full nights sleep in three days because I can feel or hear the mice that have taken over not just my life, but my dreams as well.

I go out for the day and dread coming home to my three month old apartment because, "what if." I don't want to eat. I want to sleep with every light in my house on. I want to scrub the whole house with bleach until my hands bleed.

Just because you can't see anxiety in others, doesn't mean it isn't there.