Anxiety
As a little girl, around 3 or 4 years old, I finally caught the chickenpox – the last one in preschool to do so. It was a moment of odd joy. I vividly remember shouting, “Hooray, I got chickenpox!” It felt like a strange victory, having felt left out when everyone else had already experienced it. Fast forward to last night, and I found myself in a similar situation. No, it wasn’t chickenpox this time, but an unexpected visit from…