It was nine and a half years ago, just a few months before our wedding, when Tom and I decided we needed more premarital counseling than just the standard three sessions with the pastor. And, as much as I hated to admit it, we needed the counseling primarily because of me. I have suffered all of my life from anxiety, fear and depression. And with this came anger, the anger over the fact that existing in my mind was so much more exhausting than it seemed to be for anybody else. Most people seemed to go through life so easily, whereas simple things like making a phone call would keep me up at night. I was always so afraid. So anxious. So unsure. I was good at hiding it, but not with Tom. With Tom, I felt safe. I didn't have to wear a mask. But there were layers and layers of junk under that mask, and it wasn't always pretty. I would often lash out at him in anger, not because of something he did, but because of the turmoil inside of me. I felt better afterwards, letting all that ...