My sophomore year, I had a lot of breakdowns. I found myself overrun by anxiety and unable to do life well because I was so overwhelmed. I made myself do everything all the time; I never said no to anyone and I believed that, in order to "be successful" I had to act as invincible as Wonder Woman. I think it goes without saying that, at one point, I hit a wall. I crashed, completely exhausted and unsure of what to do. I thought I was healthy; I was in counseling, I was in a good place with Jesus, I was physically healthy, but I still wasn't okay.