When my therapist told me that I had anxiety (and a whole slew of other stuff brought on by my OCD), my life kind of made sense at that moment.

I had always said that I had anxiety about making sure that I got the right schedule for the next semester or that I made it to class on time, but what freshman doesn't have those fears? When I came back to school, I was got on some wonderful medicine that was supposed to help me deal with everything that I had going on. But, to be honest, I don't think that it works half the time.

I get so confused sometimes about this whole thing because I am unsure what a normal level of anxiety for a person is, and I am also unsure if this medicine is supposed to just reduce the anxiety that I have or try to make it go away completely. This is something I should ask a therapist or my doctor, but since my therapist moved away and I am also at school, I deal.

Anxiety is a wonderful thing that I wish I had nothing to do with. Let's just go on a journey about how it feels for me to live with it because it sucks sometimes. I have an amazing boyfriend of three years who is my absolute best friend, and like many other boyfriends in this world, sometimes they forget to text back. I know that he is sitting in his apartment with his phone buried in the couch, playing FIFA or something, but my mind doesn't see that.

My mind sees him in his apartment with some girl I don't know, doing things that you can probably imagine for yourself. I can, for a fact, say that he would never dream of cheating on me. Really. He told me about a dream that he had where he did cheat on me... but it was with me. He said that's the only way he would ever do something like that: if it was with me. So thinking about that does help.

Another fun thing about my anxiety is that I count my steps. All. The. Time. I have started to call my mom nearly every day just to talk when I walk to or from class just because it helps me not count my steps, and she knows this so she picks up even though she should probably just work.

I am always afraid that I am going to have a ticket on my car. It doesn't matter that I parked in a totally legal, correct permit spot; I am always afraid that I have a ticket. Another fun thing about my car is that if I walk into the garage and don't immediately see it I am 100% positive that it got towed. I don't know why but I would love to.

Anxiety is so much fun, and it is even better because I have anxiety about going to go see a new therapist. The one I see at home, I cannot obviously go to during the school year because she is three hours away. My therapist at school literally moved away so I can't see her anymore.

I just can't get myself to make an appointment with some random person and re-explain all of my issues to them and waste the time that I have already spent explaining this to everyone else. So anxiety is fun, as you can tell. It's just great.