I learned everyone’s lines, I brought extra clothes, I made sure I knew everyone’s position and where all the props were supposed to be. And, the crazy part is that I believed that this was normal. Didn’t everyone do that? Wasn’t nervousness a state of being for everyone else also?

I was sitting in the waiting room at my doctor’s office. The fluorescent lights seemed brighter, the laughter from behind the front desk appeared louder. Was everyone staring at me?