Don't compare your chapter 1 to somebody else's chapter 20

Fool, I've had anxiety and depression hand in hand since I was 12yrs old. Now look at me now, I only have anxiety. Progress!

You merely adopted the illness. I was born in it, molded by it

Wait till you get to be 40

Why'd you just describe me

When the evil fairies saw me in my crib, the first one said: She has her mother's eyes. She will have her anxiety as well. The second one said: She looks tender, but life is not. I give her the gift of depression. And the third one looked at my parents in disbelief and said "how the hell did having a baby in your fourties appear like a good idea? She'll only know you with health problems".

maybe you