I had been at my 22 year old sisters house to babysit her dog for a week and on the forth day I kept feeling the need to throw up. So I’m sitting on the bathroom floor crying, alone, cuz my sister was at work, and then she said when she gets home we could go shopping and get something to eat. She gets home and I feel that urge again and I’m just not feeling good. She says I can stay there and rest, so I chill on her bed and watch stranger things until she calls me and asked me if I just wanted to go back to my moms house. I said yes and so she drives me half way home and my mom picks me up at a gas station. I get in the car and my mom asks some questions…so yeah it turns out I have severe anxiety.