To reduce the stigma around mental health. My closet anxiety and depression began in the 4th grade. I didn’t talk to anyone about it because I thought that was weak and wimpy and because I had privilege on my side so I should shut the hell up. My young, white, suburban girl anxiety wasn’t over worrying about my physical safety, if I had a roof over my head, or food in my belly. My anxiety was over wanting people, the ‘right people’ (popular kids), to like me so I’d ‘fit in’.