My anxiety told me that I was a failure, and I would never get the grades I wanted. It told me that I was annoying and that none of my friends wanted to hang out with me. I started to believe that part of my brain.
I wore a press pass around my neck, tucked my shirt into my pants and smiled a whole lot at strangers. I'd seen Frozen the night before, and did my research. I was prepared. Except for the fact that I was the only teenager in the room and it was totally obvious.
It's time we stop waiting for the formal invite and become independent thinkers. Don't feel silly, or worse, feel like you should be studying. Take the challenge, take that breather and indulge into spring happiness.
That night is still a blur, but I do remember one thing clearly: that feeling of not knowing where I was going, but knowing instinctively that I had to keep going. I felt like I was ruining everything, and everyone -- including myself.