I'm the oldest of three kids in my family. We're the first generation in our family to go to college. I did well in high school. I did things like Mock Trial. I successfully fought and overturned a book ban at my high school. Things like this made me think, "Oh, maybe law - maybe being an advocate would be fun." I came to Grinnell; I did well here. I went to a law school; I did well there. Passed the Bar, got the type of job I wanted, and I was being an actual lawyer. But to use another metaphor, I kind of realized that morning, having that (full-blawn) panic attack, that I was sort of like Wile E. Coyote chasing the Road Runner. And I was going so fast from goal to goal and step to step. At the time, I'd started doing what I wanted to do, and it was the end goal all the time. I was a mile off the edge of the cliff and just falling all the way straight down. Now, thankfully, that situation - I used it as a wake-up call. I started things like therapy and...