To have anxiety. It feels like a rushing tide inside of me. My mind is whirling, packed full of debris. Some days this is worse than others. How I long to be unbothered, peaceful like my brother. To God, I pray, laying before Him this plea. But I look ahead and big, scary decisions are all that I see. The future looming before me, like a large and ever-present tree. It is stuck in my mind. I feel smothered. Oh, to have anxiety. The thoughts in my head, buzzing around like busy bees. One...