Being humble, asking for help, peeking over that wall that surrounds me…not my favorite. I want to not need to write about it, but that seems to be helping me get the cluttered thinking out of my head so I can sleep. I feel as if I’m in a position of weakness and need to shift my perspective. I’m just not sure what that shift should look like. While I think, wait, and pace behind the wall, my anxiety level continues to rise, fall, and rise again.