Anxiety was something that I just always had. It wasn't until about two years ago when I found out just how damaging it can be. That's when I started to have attacks.

During my first attack, I had no idea what was happening. It seemed like a heart attack at first. I had lost all feelings in my arms. I was shaking. It was terrifying. The second attack, which was only days after the first, was shockingly worst that than the first one. The second one, I lost all feelings in the legs and I couldn't breathe. 911 had to be called.

Counseling helped me to control my breathing so it would hopefully never get as bad as it has gotten. But now two years down the line, I'm starting to relapse.

There's no doubt that I am a busy college student with a lot going around me. And since I started participating in improv, my anxiety became much more controllable, until this week.

This past week marked the first time in a long while where my anxiety couldn't be necessarily controlled to my liking. This resulted in having a couple minimal small helicopter.

My friends took a notice to my shaking and just wondered if it was because of the cold temperatures from outside. I wish I could say they were. My biggest problem is that I try and hide the important issues and would like to pretend that everything and everyone is fine. But for myself, it's easy to tell that I'm making a relapse with my depression and anxiety.

And that is completely okay. It's okay to not be okay. There are programs and resources put into place to which I can go to in order to help me through all of this.

Life is not always a walk through the rose garden. You will have your moments, but you just have to go out and seek the help that is being offered to you. Before it gets bad.