My social worker was happy that I made a friend while as ill as I am. Of course I made a friend! I have a disease. Anxiety does not change who I am at my core. I met my friend’s new girlfriend. I like her. So I decided to be friends with her. I don’t hide I am anxious. She knew before she ever met me that I am an anxious mess. Clearly my social worker doesn’t know me well enough to know that I will go out and have a panic attack just to see someone I love. When I don’t go somewhere it is because I physically can’t. I jump on chances to do things. This is how I learned drag shows and fair rides take away my anxiety, with the help of a lot of medication. But no anxiety. Heaven.