A few years back, I moved to a different state with my boyfriend. Although excited, I was anxious about being away from my friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety was coming out was with frightening nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. On one particular night, I was awoken by the sound of the doorbell. Which at 4 in the morning is incredibly nerve-racking. So I woke my boyfriend up and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly jumps up, threw on some clothes and grabs a bat. Heads straight for the front door and opens it. I, terrified, am peering from around the corner watching it all go down. I see him step outside and I anxiously wait to see what's going on when I hear him call out to me. “Babe?” And I respond real shaky, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a frustrated and tired expression and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”