My grandfather is a psychiatrist. Ever since I was little, he’s always had me take my blood pressure when he does his… He says he’s “curious” but I know it’s because I’ve always been fat. Last time, he noticed that it was quite high. I told him my anxiety disorder’s been really bad over the past few months and I can feel my blood pressure rising with every new bill, with every homework assignment, with every waking minute essentially… He dismissed me and said it was my weight, yelled at me, and then gave me a list of “lifestyle changes” I need to make as to not die an untimely death. I will repeat… He is a psychiatrist.