The pain of walking into a store alone, it was so real. To this day I can feel the depths of the dagger that twisted into my stomach with the mere thought of walking into a public location alone. I recall my mother not fully understanding how I could not just walk into the store or the bank, memory can’t bring back which it was. To my mom I am sure it seemed like a mere simple task, you get out of the car and walk into the place, but inside I was dying. Living with Anxiety The stigma of anxiety haunts me on a regular basis; living with anxiety is no joke. While I wasn’t diagnosed until a year or so after my first child’s birth, I still recall …