Walking into the Sangamon Juvenile on the following Monday I was consumed in fear and anxiety. I emotionally and physically felt the effects, but it did not stop or deter me. I pulled open the heavy steel door to the testing center, and forced myself inside. As I walked in I was kindly greeted by two ladies seated behind a very tall desk. They instructed me to sign in, and broke down what I could expect. One of the ladies wished me well as the other rose to walk me back to the testing center.
All of a sudden, my anxiety raced back and crippled me with fear as we walked into the tiny room. Claustrophobia quickly consumed me. I felt like the dirty yellow tinted peeling walls were closing in on me. Cubical spaces littered in graffiti lined every
