I always call my parents on Sundays. Every week, I know that around five o’clock, they will summon me out of my silent library cubby, eager to catch up and tell me about their week, just as eager as they are to hear about mine. A few months ago, my Sunday call was different. I woke up panicked and couldn’t manage to calm myself down throughout the day. So, when they called, I immediately started babbling and dumping my anxieties on them.