When I get high anxiety, I vomit. My mom was so stressed out. Then I found out I was staying in John Mayer's old dorm room, and I had a nice roommate. That completely brought me down. I was completely comfortable at Berklee.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Growing up, I was prone to anxiety.
Anxiety has afflicted me all my life.
I had massive anxiety as a child. I was in therapy. From 8 to 10, I was borderline agora-phobic. I could not leave my mom's side. I don't really have panic attacks anymore, but I had really bad anxiety.
On the night before we were married, all of the anxiety in the world came down upon me.
I grew up very self-loathing. I was a phobic. I had anxiety. I had panic attacks.
There was a point in time where the thought of people even talking about me made me anxious. Physically.
I love the anxiety, the pressure of the loud room full of yapping kids. But I'm a kid myself.
I have such difficulty calming down - my stomach, my head, reality, everything. That is the reason I live in Faro.
I always had a weird thing with being the last person somewhere... like a movie theater or a classroom. I get a weird sense of anxiety.
I wake up every morning with the worst anxiety. I don't know why. I have, like, a problem.