As a kid I always showed signs of separation disorder and anxiety. I was a very clingy kid. I didn’t like sleeping in my own room, I wanted to sleep in my sister’s room, and always had to sleep with the lights on. I didn’t like thunder or lightning or big winds; little things made me anxious.
When I hit intermediate and college – the teenage years – that was the toughest time. My anxiety got a lot worse, to the point I couldn’t stay away a night from my parents. To watch all your friends having heaps of fun at sleepovers and school sports tournaments was really hard, and being too ashamed to tell them why you couldn’t go was rough. I had to make up excuses why I couldn’t stay the night. When school camp came around I was so worried, my dad would always come as a parent help so I wouldn’t miss out.
It was hard to stay positive. I remember I would always say to myself ‘‘who would want to marry a girl like me’’. Nobody would want to. I was so scared to tell my